Chapter 10
This time it wasn’t the sound of horses or of men shouting their war cries they heard. It was the barking and snarling of something infinitely more vicious. From his vantage point in the tree he and Christian had climbed, James caught sight of a creature he knew instinctively to be a munt.
The creatures bounded through the grass with fangs bared and saliva flying. Dog-like, with more than a hint of hyena, they must have been a metre and a half tall at the shoulder. Their pink and black mottled skin was decorated with patches of coarse, grey hair, giving them a moth-eaten look. But why shouldn’t they look as ugly as a drunken man’s undies? They were products of the Wildlands.
They hadn’t planned for this eventuality. How could they have? So when Shaman stepped out from behind
