Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. "It's going to be a wet day," Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. "Your fur won't melt." "I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet." "I'll have Durnik make you some little booties." "That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion said indignantly.


Sorceress Of Darshiva: (Malloreon 4) (ed. Random House, 2010) - ISBN: 9781407057071


Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he...

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he...

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he...

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It's going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he...