Page 31 of Circle of Shadows
Sora frowned. She didn’t want to doubt Daemon, but by his own admission, his wolfishwasa little shaky, and what he was translating made no logical sense.
But he had enough doubt about his abilities as a taiga. Sora wasn’t going to undermine him now.
“Do the wolves know when the group left the camp, and did they see where they went?” she asked.
Daemon faced the brown wolf again and barked his questions.
The wolf consulted two others near him, then replied.
“I see.” Daemon was so fully in wolf mode, he pointed his nose—rather than his finger—northeast to indicate to Sora where they had gone.
“Huh. I wonder where they’re going?” Sora envisioned a map of Kichona in her head. They were in the tiger’s tail, and there wasn’t much else there. “Paro Village, maybe?” It was a short distance inland.
“Possibly,” Daemon said, his voice still rough from the transition between wolfish and humanspeak.
He said something else to the wolves.
The alpha barked.
Daemon went quiet, but their gemina bond blanched white.
“What is it?” Sora asked. “What did he say?”
Daemon stayed still for a minute, then looked up, swiping at his eyes. “He expressed condolences for my pack. The last of my wolf family passed on in the winter.”
“Gods, I’m so sorry.”
He waved it away. “Wolves in the wild don’t live that long usually. They had full lives.”
The alpha wolf growled again.
Daemon composed himself and nodded.
“The pack will accompany us to the top of the canyon,” he said. “They want us to exact revenge against those who came in and cut down their trees and disrespected the gorge.”
Sora bowed her head to the wolf to convey her thanks and accept his charge. Daemon reinforced it with a string of barks.
“I guess we’ll head in the direction of Paro Village and see where it takes us,” Sora said. Her heartbeat was already sprinting ahead.
“And if we don’t find them?” Daemon asked.
“We report what the wolves told you.”
“That’ll go over even better than trying to convince Glass Lady of what we saw.” He twisted his mouth downward. “It always sounds ridiculous when I say I can talk to wolves.”
Sora crossed her arms. “Well, they’ll have to deal with it, because you know what else sounds ridiculous? A magical cult cutting down flying trees and rolling around in balls made of ice and fire. But if that’s what Kichona is about to face, then the taigas had better listen.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to take matters into our own hands.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sora and Daemon emerged from the unfettered wildness of Takish Gorge only to be greeted by the different sort of wildness of Paro Village. They rode into town, their horses pushing through curtains of flowering vines every few feet. It was difficult to see where they were going.
“This is the strangest-looking town I’ve ever been in,” Sora said. “It’s like they cleared the land a long time ago to build the village, but then the forest came back with a vengeance, and the people didn’t bother to fight back.”
“Maybe we should leave the horses,” Daemon said. “It might be easier on foot.”
