Chapter 83
He hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until he heard a soft whine from Wolf. He looked down to find the dog also staring off into the distance, apparently looking at the mountains as well. He was standing rigid and attentive. His plume of a tail curled onto his back. It seemed to Sam that the wolf-dog could also hear the call, and in his animal nature, more clearly and with greater understanding than Sam. He dropped to his knees next to his companion.
“What do you hear, boy? What do you know that I don’t?” he asked as he put his arm around the animal’s neck.
Wolf whined again, turned and licked Sam’s face before going back to staring at the snow-covered peaks. After a few minutes, Sam rose, and the two continued on.
As they approached the village, men and women going about their daily tasks greeted them. A group of braves rode past—apparently a hunting party.