Matthew's thoughts churn as he lopes toward the marina's Hisil reflection. His dreams were becoming increasingly twisted, and the recent note at the Tur only added to the sense of foreboding. How much time had they lost? Were they too late, even now?
Though the Cahalith maintains a stoic exterior, his packmates have no trouble sensing the tension in his thoughts as the pack bond coalesces in a way entirely new to Jordan.
The unaccustomed difficulty of the task catches Matthew by surprise. Are we losing cohesion? Is that it?
Unspoken Communication