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"The Pattern groans," Berelain said softly "The dead walking, the odd deaths In cities, rooms vanish and food spoils"

Perrin scratched his chin, re a day when his axe had tried to kill hi in other places, if the Blight was growing out of rifts where the Pattern was fraying…Light! How bad were things beco "Use the One Power Scour as many of the tainted plants as you can Maybe we can keep it fro We’ll move the army to that camp an hour away, and will stay there tomorrow if you need more time"

For once, neither the Wise Ones nor the Aes Sedai voiced so much as a sniff of complaint at the direct order

Hunt with us, brother

Perrin found hi drowsily by the dwindling light of an open la to hear a report fro a copy of The Travels of Jain Farstrider that Gaul had found ae froe field with grass as tall as ahis cheeks and arms as it shivered in the wind In the sky, that sa world More violent here

Staring up at it--his vision frarass and ste closer As if it was crawling down out of the sky to engulf hi Bull! Come! Come hunt!

The voice was that of a wolf Perrin by instinct knew that she was called Oak Dancer, nas as a whelp There were others, too Whisperer Morninglight Sparks Boundless A good dozen wolves called to hi wolves who slept, others the spirits of wolves who had died

They called to hies and sounds The s the earth with its leaps Fallen leaves crurowls of victory, the thrill of a pack running together

The invitations awakened so deep within him, the wolf he tried to keep locked away But a wolf could not be locked up for long It either escaped or it died; it would not stand captivity He longed to leap to his feet and send his joyous acceptance, losing hi Bull, and he elco his head "I will not lose ht The large gray wolf regarded Perrin, golden eyes unblinking, reflecting flashes of lightning frorass came up to Hopper’s neck

Perrin lowered a hand from his head The air was heavy, full of humidity, and it smelled of rain Above the scent of the weather and that of the dry field, he could s Bull, Hopper sent

"I can’t hunt with you," Perrin explained "Hopper, we spoke of this I’ed Like a wolf"

Like a wolf? Hopper sent Young Bull, you are a wolf And a man Come hunt

"I told you I can’t! I will not let this consuolden eyes, locked in a cage, all huone froe called Jarra

Light, Perrin thought That’s not far from here Or at least not far from where his body slumbered in the real world Jarra was in Ghealdan An odd coincidence

With a ta’veren nearby, there are no coincidences

He frowned, rising and scanning the landscape Moiraine had told Perrin there was nothing human left inside of Noam That hat awaited a wolfbrother if he let himself be completely consumed by the wolf