The three large chums
The white veil was lifted to reveal a pack of gray phantasms. They ran in the distance at a dead, leaden pace without coming near the man and his dog.
“Who are they?” Mebet asked.
“I don’t know,” Voipel replied. “I can only see wolves, or something like wolves.”
Mebet stopped, and the pack stopped, too. The man and his dog continued walking, and so did the pack. Mebet’s legs felt unbearably heavy after so much walking. He had long since lost track of time on his journey because the Path of Thunder knew neither day nor night, neither sunrise nor sunset, no sun, moon, stars, or aurora.
Mebet had begun to feel truly alarmed. All this time, he kept his spear at the ready as he walked. Voipel never took his eyes off the enemy, though the enemy never attacked. This con
