Hopper ran and jumped at him, slamming his body into Perrin. He'd done this before, somehow forcing Perrin out of the wolf dream.
This time, however, Perrin was set and waiting. Instinctively, Perrin pushed back. The wolf dream wavered around him, but then grew firm ;ain. Hopper rebounded off him, though the heavy wolf should have locked Perrin to the ground.
Hopper shook his head, as if dazed. Good, he sent, pleased. Good. You’re
turn. Again.
Perrin steadied himself just in time to get slammed by Hopper a second time. Perrin growled, but held steady.
Here, Hopper sent, giving an image of the field of grain. Hopper vanished, and Perrin followed. As soon as he appeared, the wolf slammed into m, mind and body.
Perrin fell to the ground this time, everything wavering and shimmering. He felt himself being pushed away, forced out of the wolf dream and to his ordinary dreams.
No! he thought, holding to an image of himself kneeling among those fields of grain. He was there. He imagined it, solid and real. He smelled the its, the humid air, alive with the scents of dirt and fallen leaves.
The landscape coalesced. He panted, kneeling on the ground, but he was still in the wolf dream.
Good, Hopper sent. You learn quickly.
"There's no other option," Perrin said, climbing to his feet. The Last Hunt comes, Hopper agreed, sending an image of the White-cloak camp.
Perrin followed, bracing himself. No attack came. He looked around ir the wolf.
Something slammed into his mind. There was no motion, only the mental attack. It wasn't as strong as before, but it was unexpected. Perrin barely managed to fight it off.
Hopper fell from the air, landing gracefully on the ground. Always be ready, the wolf sent. Always, but especially when you move. An image of a careful wolf, testing the air before moving out into an open pasture.
"I understand."
But do not come too strongly, Hopper chided.
Immediately, Perrin forced himself to remember Faile and the place where he slept. His home. He . . . faded slightly. His skin didn't grow translucent, and the wolf dream stayed the same, but he felt more exposed.
Good, Hopper sent. Always ready, but never holding on too strong. Like carrying a pup in your jaws.
"That's not going to be an easy balance," Perrin said.
Hopper gave a slightly confused scent. Of course it was difficult.
Perrin smiled. "What now?"
Running, Hopper sent. Then more practice.
The wolf dashed away, zipping in a blur of gray and silver off toward the road. Perrin followed. He sensed determination from Hopper a scent that was oddly similar to the way Tarn smelled when training the refugees to fight. That made Perrin smile.
They ran down the road, and Perrin practiced the balance of not being in the dream too strongly, yet being ready to solidify his sense of self at any moment. Occasionally Hopper would attack him, trying to throw him from the wolf dream. They continued until Hopper suddenly stopped running.
Perrin took a few extra steps, surging ahead of the wolf, before stopping. There was something in front of him. A translucent violet wall that cut directly through the roadway. It extended up into the sky and distantly to both the right and the left.
"Hopper?" Perrin asked. "What is this?"
Wrongness, Hopper sent. It should not be here. The wolf smelled angry.
Perrin stepped forward and raised a hand toward the surface, but hesitated. It looked like glass. He'd never seen anything like this in the wolf dream. Might it be like the bubbles of evil? He looked up at the sky.
The wall flashed suddenly and was gone. Perrin blinked, stumbling back. He glanced at Hopper. The wolf sat on his haunches, staring at the place where the wall had been. Come, Young Bull, the wolf finally sent, standing. We will practice in another place.
He loped away. Perrin looked back down the road. Whatever the wall ad been, it had left no visible sign of its existence. Troubled, Perrin followed after Hopper.