“I know that sound,” Perrin said. “Sound?” the Aiel Maiden said. “What sound? The calls of the wolves?” “No,” Perrin said as the Darkhounds began to lope up the path. “The Horn of Valere.” The heroes would come. But upon which battlefield would they fight? Perrin could expect no relief here. Except … Lead us, Young Bull. Why must the heroes all be human? A howl rose in the same pitch as that of the sounded Horn. He looked upon a field suddenly filled with a multitude of glowing wolves. They were great pale beasts, the size of Darkhounds. The spirits of those wolves who had died, then gathered
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