[Gallagher]

There was a distant shout, a stretch of silence, then approaching hoof-beats that made Tanya stiffen where she stood. "What," she croaked, having turned to see the approaching man-carrying-horse trotting out of the darkness, "is that beast of yours doing!?"

She all but lept away and stumbled back into the blacksmith's fence when Sicarius moved past her, going straight for Ulysses with its prize. "That is not alright!"