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Tanis shook his head. "The gods willing, you won't have
to. Sturm, we have to go on. Those two cannot have been
hunting alone. Can you walk?"
For an answer Sturm got to his feet. He stumbled a little,
but righted himself quickly. The hard gleam in his eyes
told Tanis what he needed to know. But when he made to
reach for his pack, Tanis stopped him.
"No. Leave it. We have to get out of here. It will only
slow us down."
"Tanis, we need the wood."
"DAMN the wood!"
"Tanis, no! The need for fire is still the same. And
without a guard fire, won't we have to face the rest of the
pack at the shelter? I can drag the wood."
Sturm was right. Tanis snatched up his pack and
shouldered it with a snarled oath. He retrieved Sturm's
sword, wiped it clean on his cloak, and helped the youth to
scabbard it. An arrow lay ready against the bow's string.
Don't rush! he told himself. Get your bearings now!
But that was not so easily done. The wind no longer
pushed from any one direction, but seemed to bellow and
thunder from all four. Tanis cast about him, searched the
snow to see if he could tell by the tracks where he'd been
standing when the wolves attacked.
There was no sign.
"Which way, Tanis?"
"I - I can't tell
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