‘That strap should be a bit higher.’ The soldier pointed to the breastplate, trying not to get too close to the bess, which was eyeing him warily. ‘Otherwise it might slip down.’
‘Is that enough?’ Draco adjusted the strap and looked at the cavalryman.
The dragon was lucky that in Ed’heer, besses were not uncommon, unlike on other estates, and he had someone to tell him how to properly look after Fenrir. It turned out that this was no easy task, and the mount’s stubbornness did not help matters at all. Even the return journey from the port had caused them problems, as the bess refused to take its eyes off the dragon at any cost. Riding bareback wasn’t really an option either, especially for a reptile that wasn’t very good at riding. The trip to Enpine alone had shown that the most he was capable of at the moment was staying in the saddle on the back of a calm horse trotting along behind the other mounts and paying little attention to the rider’s often chaotic movements. In the end, they decided that Draco would ride at the rear of the escort, closely watched by Fen, who was staring at him as he trotted calmly behind the carriage. Kei joked all the way back that bess was staring at the dragon as if he were a painted picture. At first, the reptile wanted to say something back to the animorph, but nothing seemed to come to mind. All he could do was grit his teeth and put up with the little jibes during the journey.
James, who for some reason didn’t particularly want to get close to the growling Fenrir, hailed a return carriage and disappeared, leaving his friend with a huge, shaggy problem. Of course, he apologised and wriggled out of it by saying he had to let Matheo know as soon as possible that everything was fine with the delivery. It didn’t sound very convincing, especially considering he’d been in no hurry at all all afternoon.
Fortunately, the journey through the city was peaceful, and they reached
