Zanrak shifted in the saddle, adjusting to the spot she had worn into it on the journey southwest from the Taniya Mountains. Tents that made up the edges of base camp sprouted up from the snow scape around them along with the buzz of daily activities of both people and tokotas taking advantage of the rare clear weather. Béchamel’s ears were perked and he was returning the curious greetings from other tokotas. Zanrak smiled and scratched his shoulders through his mane.
“You’re such a good boy.”
Béchamel tilted his head back to yip and grin at her.
Voev followed close behind the older male. He held his head low but wagged his tail slightly. “There are so many.”
“Don’t worry, pup. Most of them are friendly. You’ll have plenty to play with when we’re not scouting.”
Zanrak twisted to look back at the white accented black female bringing up the rear. Where her head once would have been h