Six Days on the RoadChapter 11
We were up, fed, and on our way early the next morning. Catla gave the directions and after crossing the river we broke out into a trot. The wolves had been full of themselves early on, but the trot got them down to business. They could keep up, but it didn't leave them time to play. Catla hadn't been expecting to trot either, but she held up well enough. The main difference it made was putting us near her camp just after noon. We both looked it over with the binoculars before we came...