An urgent knocking made itself heard above the din, then the door burst open. Yatsu was on his feet and the first person through the door found himself spun around and pushed into others close behind him. Several of them went sprawling.
‘Stay where you are, all of you!’
Yatsu’s powerful command overrode the mounting confusion in the room. The wolves stopped barking and slithered close to Antyr, their tails low and wagging hesitantly. He let Andawyr’s hand fall, then slumped forward and began cradling their heads.
Oslang was grasping the arms of his chair, his gaze oscillating desperately between Yatsu and Andawyr. ‘Can I move now?’ he demanded of the Goraidin.
‘Antyr?’ Yatsu called out in his turn.
The Dream Finder straightened up and stared blankly at the two men and the crowded door
