Chapter 11
Wulfsgate
Meira had never seen such snow. She’d heard about the endless winters of the north, but that was not the same as being immersed in miles of nothing, a sea of white and the occasional peek of green from the tops of the tallest trees she’d ever seen. Evra’s chattiness waned more and more as they left the verdant landscapes behind, but she’d also turned her thoughts inward.
It started as soon as they’d hit the east-west Compass Road bisecting the Westerlands from the Hinterlands. Once they’d angled north, there was no longer much of interest to sway their attentions, and it wasn’t until they hit Dunwoode that they’d even set eyes upon another town. They’d passed a night there before making the final push to Wulfsgate.
“You’ve said little since last night’s supper,” sh
