The weary beast grunted and balked at the weight added in addition to its bulky pack, and stirred up flurries of snow at its hooves as it made forward at a little faster pace, as if testing how readily he might be let to bolt. Lyon could only bark a helpless laugh at the stranger's quick retort, trying to hurry after both and re-tie the mask.

But then-- It magic or something?

His smile only grew. "It's my home!"