Garren shrugged. ‘You said yourself he’s irresponsible,’ he offered. ‘Besides he knew Farnor would tell us.’
‘I said he was bad,’ Gryss corrected again. ‘And Farnor or not, it’s still out of character for him not to tell us. For one thing, he enjoys bringing bad news and for another hunting is one of the few things he does with anything approaching enthusiasm.’
‘He’s no great loss,’ Garren said dismissively.
‘Maybe,’ Gryss replied, half to himself. He fell silent and the sounds of the valley filled the warm air around the two men. Then he held out his hands and, looking at them, he seemed to reach a decision.
‘But it’s just one more... strangeness,’ he said.
The word unsettled Garren once more.
Gryss went on, purposeful now. ‘Farnor was holding that piece of fur when he fell over, an
