Chapter 14Hawklan stood at the entrance to his tent and looked up at the grey sky. It seemed to be strangely oppressive and the air around him felt as though a summer storm were pending.
Andawyr joined him.
‘Shut the door,’ came Dar-volci’s deep voice from within the tent.
Hawklan glanced back through the opening. Dar-volci was curled up in front of a small fire of radiant stones and Gavor was asleep with his claw clutching the back of a chair.
He sealed the flap and pulled his cloak about himself.
‘What’s the matter?’ Andawyr asked.
Hawklan shrugged. ‘The weather,’ he said looking around. ‘It’s still snowing, but it feels like a thunderstorm building up.’ He shook his head. ‘And my ears are ringing.’
Andawyr looked puzzled. ‘It feels odd for sure,’ he said. ‘But I can’t hear anythi
