He seemed to wake almost immediately, refreshed and relaxed, and vividly appreciative of his new condition. It’s good to be back, he thought again, immediately his eyes opened. He smiled to himself. This simple paean of praise would fade in time, he knew, as the memory of his strange... absence... receded. But for now, let it sing!
A small cautionary grunt reached him.
‘Uh, uh.’
It was Dacu. Hawklan looked at him. The Goraidin, sleepy eyed, was running a hand through his tousled hair and gazing around the shelter, his face concerned. Hawklan followed his gaze and picked up his concern. The light was different.
He caught Hawklan’s gaze and nodded. ‘Not good, I think,’ he said, and crawling to the entrance he opened it slightly and peered out.
A characteristic brightness shone in throug
