"I do not know if they guessed or if they merely worry, but as many of your known favourites as they could manage I saw them squirrel away."

He agrees, and laughs at Windfola's eagerness as he mounts - his own grey mare is as placid as ever. Mithlun never gets excited unless there's something to chase.

"I think we had best hurry, or we will be chasing Windfola and you across the plains!"