Kalysto frowned. “Yeah possibly…” He pulled at the Dreadsteed’s saddle and put the crate up in it, securing it tight in place. Then he handed the reigns over to Desiree, casually walkling along beside her.
“There you go.” He grinned. “Unless you would rather ride it.” He paused as a thought came to mind, suddenly looking worried. “Where are the kids?”