Tarkyn wandered out of the hawthorn patch, not sure where to go next. He didn’t want to run into Stormaway at the moment, whose strong views would only add to his confusion.
Suddenly, he was seeing the forest far below him. Tarkyn staggered as the image overwhelmed him and he lost his balance. He clung to his staff for support as his mind soared in a great arc across the top of the trees. As his vision swung around across the river, Tarkyn’s body lost its battle to stay upright and he crumpled in a heap on the ground. His staff crashed away from him and skittered down a slope.
His mind raced low over the trees heading towards the west. Ahead of him he could see grey shapes moving beneath the trees. Wolves. He felt a fugue of anger and hatred emanating from them as they ran single-mindedl
