Chris drew a deep breath and then released it. It was good to be out in the Grey again; he drew it in, let it fill him. He'd grown up in places like this, at one with the Grey or storing it inside himself to use inside the Mundus.
Beside him, Elyssa tasted the air, then shook her head again. The forest was rich with scents, but none of them indicated the way the caravan might have gone. Morri had dropped back, guarding their rear and leaving the two wolves to lead the way while the magi remained in the middle.
They walked that way for over an hour, until the dirt road ran into the side of an ancient stone road and stopped. The shadows of the trees were growing darker; wherever they were, night was falling.
"Any chance it failed to rain here?" asked Peter.
Chris exchanged a look with Elyssa. They both shook their heads.
"No wagon tracks, either," added Morri from behind him.
Peter cursed softly. "All right. Follow me." He glanced up at the trees. "We'll probably have to make camp before too much longer anyway."
He turned left, his expression set as he passed them. Concentrating, Chris thought, but he didn't understand how that might work. Was Peter just focusing on Tammy Carterhaugh? Or...
Peter stepped off the road, and Chris and Elyssa followed him. What had seemed a mere break in the trees became a path, and then -- as they circled an ancient oak -- an extension of the stone road. It was definitely night now, and while that didn't bother Chris or Elyssa, Peter pulled up short. "We make camp here," he said. He glanced at Antoinette. "Can you lay down some wards?"
She spoke the word for light, shaping a glowing ball over her head. "Give me just a minute," she said.
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