"Tara K. Harper - Wolfwalker 2 - Shadow Leader" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harper Tara K)

"Can you climb it?" Aranur did not glance over his shoul-
der, watching instead the evergreens that hung dangerously
close overhead.
"It's smooth. Give me a minute."
"There are runners in the trees."
She did not answer, but jammed her fist into the crevice and
wrenched it sideways so it stuck, her knuckles crammed to-
gether to make a wedge of flesh and bone. Behind her, Hishn
growled, but Dion ignored the Gray One. She tugged on her
fist once, then pulled herself up easily. "Got it. I'll clear the
crack as I climb."
"Hurry."
"I know." She jammed her other hand in the crack and
pulled herself up, stepping into the dark crevice with her feet
and twisting them into the same type of wedges as her hands,
standing up on them until it looked as if she were climbing an
invisible stone ladder. Hishn, go around, she sent as she
glanced down. We'll meet you at the top:
The wolf whined as Dion climbed another meter up, then
growled. Motion, she sent. A hunger greater than my ownтАФ
"No," Dion commanded out loud. Leave us, she continued
silently as she wedged the ball of her foot into the crack and
eased up another half meter. We have no way to carry you up
with us, she sent. Go around the ridge. Meet us along (he trail
if you can't find a way to get back to us at the top.
The Gray One snarled again, this time louder. Hunger. Dan-
ger growing, closing in . . . The wolf turned and snapped at
the woods beside Aranur, then turned back and, still snarling,
placed her paws on the rock and stretched toward the wolf-
walker.
No! Get out of here, Dion ordered sharply, cutting through
the Gray One's instinct-blurred images. As the wolf's emo-
tions took over, the images colored Dion's thoughts as well and
made it difficult to see through human eyes. Go, she com-
manded, urgently. Go!
She hung out, away from the granite, and tore another blotch
of green from the face, then swore suddenly and swung into the
moss on one side of the cliff crack. A rude cluttering answered
the sudden light that hit the stone where she had bared it, and
a family of tiny brown mice scampered out and around, one of
them biting the wolfwalker on her arm, though its tiny teeth
made little impression on the leather. "SorryтАФI'm sorry," she
muttered to the creature. She scraped more moss from the
rocks, then jammed her fingers into the narrowing crack, cling-
ing easily to the granite. But her legs began to tremble.
"Easy, Dion," Aranur urged quietly from below.
"It's okay. I'm okay."
He noted the movement in the upper branches of the trees
below them and turned to the cliff himself. "Hishn's gone."
She tossed down another wedge of moss. "Watch the bee-