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

a glance at her face, did the same.
It took him several minutes to realize they were being shad-
owed, but even as he became aware of the hunters, he caught
a glimpse of gray fur and realized it was Hishn and another
wolf who paralleled them along the hill. A moment later, the
second wolf was gone, and Aranur wondered if Dion had sent
it away.
As Hishn drew closer, Dion's eyes took in the wolf's images
along with her own. With the wolf in her mind, she saw the
trail from two heights and smelled through a nose more sen-
sitive than her own. And Hishn, whose yellow eyes sent both
 memory and speech to the woman, stretched her legs to leap up
the steep slope and join Dion.
The hunger was strong, the gray wolf sent with a memory of
the masa. Strong, like the badgerbear who wakes in spring and
finds his stomach six months' empty.
Dion smiled, her teeth clicking together as she jumped off a
log that angled its way down the hill. It is behind us now,
Hishn. But if there is any more masa between us and the
others, let us know now.
There is more than masa to make my nose curl here.
Dion glanced behind her, then peered past Aranur through
the woods.
Men, the wolf added, stopping suddenly and sniffing the
ground, then turning around and sniffing again. Old tracksтАФ
old by days. But tracks of men who run silent. Men who hide
their tracks on stone, and stink of stealth, not speed.
"Aranur," Dion said. "There have been other men along
this path since the last rain. These could be patrols, not just
isolated trackers."
"If there are patrols here, we have more to worry about than
I thought. Stay sharp," he warned. "We tempt all nine moons
by traveling so fast."
The game trail went up the hill more steeply, and Aranur
finally dropped to a fast stride. His long legs took him over the
jutting rocks and brush quickly, but Dion's thighs ached and
burned until she was lifting them by rote, not feeling. She
stumbled twice, the second time landing on her hip before
catching hold of a low branch and pulling herself to the side of
the small avalanche of needles and dirt she had started. Hishn,
close enough to lose her footing as well, snarled and leapt to
the side and then up above the slide path where a log kept more
dirt from rolling down.
Aranur glanced over his shoulder as he realized that Dion
was no longer behind him, then hesitated and turned back.
"Go on," she muttered. She struggled out of the branches
and grabbed a handful of needles to throw over the narrow
slide. When the next rain came, the scrape would wash out as
erosion. She stepped over the slide path after Hishn, but Ara-
nur waited. "You don't have to stop," she said sharply as she