Great Bear Wilderness night sun

when cen was forced to stop again, he sagged heavily against a tree and took in the air, searching for the scent or tread of the moonwolves.

his head throbbed with a roar as if it were water rushing through an underground sea cave. "we will go to the taiga," he decided, "away from these forests and the sea."

his voice was garbled and hoarse. cen began to run again, blood smearing the hanging leaves as he went.