Grim stopped, tail raised as he told the others to stop, as well, gray eyes comprehending. "We'll rest for a few moments." The wolf announced, then sat down.
Mercury plopped down on his side, lungs heaving for air, tongue potruding from his mouth. "We finally made it over those blasted mountains!" The silver wolf barked happily and gave a thump of his tail.
Snow was staring up at the heated sky. No birds were in sight, no clouds. Everythign had vanished except for the circular orb scowling down at the wolves. She turned to Blossom. "Mother, when will we reach the ruins of Galhalt?" The young wolf asked, speaking of the abandoned city made by man thousands of years ago.
"No!" Grim growled, standing abruptly and turning on Snow. "You must'nt speak of the city! Not here, not now." He could tell they were all baffled by his sudden worry, but he explained. "The fortune-tellers may be watching us right now through their mind's eye. Don't speak of anything about Galhalt until we meet the fortune-tellers." The gray wolf stared sternly at his children.