“Next group, get your ictharrs and head to the courtyard!”
Corsair entered the stables with his group, walking down the aisles of the stables in search of his companion. Other wolves bustled past him, muttering ‘watch it’ as they did so, but he ignored them.
This is the one.
Marching down the aisle, he looked to his right and analysed the faces of the ictharrs as he passed. His eyes scanned face after face until he came across Quickpaw.
His steed sat within his stall, body facing towards the door, but his head was hung. His ears were down and tail curled as he waited.
“Hey.”
Quickpaw looked up and, within a fraction of a second, changed his attitude completely. Leaping up on to all four paws, he tried to push through the door as if it weren’t there and barked, leaning his head out an
