EPILOGUE
Jaya sat on the highway gazing longingly towards the mountains, his ebony coat ruffling in the chill wind. Abruptly his ears swivelled, his body tensing like stretched cord.
Faint sounds drifted from the plains. The thunder of two armies manoeuvring for battle by the dying light of day. War elephants trumpeting. The clanking of thousands of weapons being readied for their bloody work. The wolf’s fur bristled, and without pause he sprinted after Arul, his body a dark blur against the molten sun.