[He has a thought that Tighnari might go better with a different form. But the gap between the trees is not wide enough for the Wolf of the North.
Certainly not Dvalin.
The thunder of his hooves is a familiar sound. He gallops for the house in the far distance. He gathers his magic and lets a cold mist spread out behind him. It will only last a short while. Not enough to damage the crops. But the snakes slow down.
They start to fall behind. He breathes with relief.] Being the horse is very different from riding one.
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Certainly not Dvalin.
The thunder of his hooves is a familiar sound. He gallops for the house in the far distance. He gathers his magic and lets a cold mist spread out behind him. It will only last a short while. Not enough to damage the crops. But the snakes slow down.
They start to fall behind. He breathes with relief.] Being the horse is very different from riding one.