Nadim noticed the silence first, not around him, but within him. The steady awareness of his own body, the weight of paws against earth, the movement of air through fur, the quiet instinctive rhythm of a ketucari’s senses... it had all vanished so completely that waking felt wrong before he even opened his eyes.
For several long moments, he remained still beneath the low shelter of cedar branches overhead while rain tapped softly against leaves above him. Then he inhaled, the world ...