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. "But neither
am I accustomed to abandoning friends. Lead on."
Sturm, Tanis thought, seeking his bearings, you're too
solemn by half for your years! But, aye, I'll lead on ...
And that was another matter. How far had they come?
Tanis could no longer tell. He was storm-blind now, hardly
able to keep his eyes open for the merciless bite of wind-
driven snow and ice. The bitter wind had battered at their
backs when they'd left the shelter. As long as it roared and
screamed in their faces, clawing at their skin, tearing at
their clothing, he could be fairly certain that they were
moving in the right direction. He did not like to think what
might happen should the storm suddenly change direction.
Likely someone would find our bones in spring and
wonder and pity. Putting aside the grim thought, Tan-is
hunched his shoulders and bowed his head before the
storm's blast, protecting his eyes as best he could. His legs
were heavier and harder to move with each step. His neck
and shoulders ached beneath his burden of wood. And the
wolves were howling closer.
It only SEEMS A never-ending journey, he told himself
as he waded through still another drift. Before the night was
much older they would be back at the shelter
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