We took a fairly easy pace, allowing the she-elves to keep a pace that didn't overly tax them. Every hour or so, we rested and Risavis and her dire mount joined us.

"So, what's his name?" I asked, the first time the great wolf plopped down next to her, it's chin on her lap like a great puppy, noting his gender as the wolf did nothing to hide his equipment.

"I call him Irsivir." Risavis answered, scratching behind his great fluffy ears, making him gruff happily.

"How hard is it to feed him?" I wondered.

"Feed him?" Risavis puzzled, "He's a wolf... he feeds himself. Do wolves in your home...