Chapter 22

“We must find the campsite,” said Speckarin. “Gilin might be waiting there now.”

    They were high in flight, and below was a vast landscape of greens, browns, and blues. Above was a vacant, azure sky. So intent had they been on evading the volodons, no one could recall the direction in which they’d fled, even in relation to the sun. There were no familiar landmarks in the terrain below.

    My calamar might help us locate the camp, thought the old magician. But I have no idea how to use it for that, and am not eager to try after what happened last time.

    The ilon were flagging after the punishing chase and would soon have to land. The kirins’ only hope now was to happen upon the cam...

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