Chapter Thirteen
Off the Beaten Path
Iarion chewed a mouthful of dried fruit from his pack as he sat on the beach. Thankfully, the oilskin material had kept his belongings dry. Even though the sun had risen less than an hour ago, heralding another beautiful, cloudless day, Golhura had woken him long before to take her turn at sleep. Now the wildcat was off hunting down a meal of her own.
No creature had approached them during the night, and no birds flew overhead. Still, Iarion felt uneasy as his eyes swept the surrounding terrain. The sensation of being watched had not left him. If not for his total state of exhaustion, he doubted he would have been able to sleep at all. The surf pounded the sand behind him. The unnatural quiet of the area gnawed at him.
I wonder whether Golhura will
