CHAPTER 23

Trunks and branches whizzed by, chunks of matted dirt tangled with the roots of various mosses flew up in Tal's passing. They ran, the pack and Tal, and the movement created a hypnotic peace. A ground eating trot interspersed with long sections of loping.

She could smell the heady scent of the earth and deep green leaves of the plants, still wet from the small shower they had run through.

She thou