“C'mon, give some here,” said Davin's voice from behind her.
Maeve smiled at her son, who seemed to have recovered from the first leg of their trek. She passed him the bundle, and he took two strips.
“We should go,” Runa said, moving toward Tal. “We have far yet to travel.”
Davin groaned. “Mom, can I ride in front this time?”
Maeve cast a glance at Zob, who looked at her expectantly. She placed a hand on the leathery skin of Zob's snout, marveling at the smoothness of the larger of the two horns protruding from it. Watery black eyes blinked back at her as their minds touched.
She turned back to Davin with a crooked smile. “Zob says it's okay.”
His eyes widened. “She does?”
“Uh-huh. She says it's a new experience being ridden by a male. She likes your scent.”
The look Davin shot at
