He climbed up into the saddle and urged his horse forward, galloping at a clipped pace, making sure Amora was with them. They rode as fast and far as they could without ruining the horses, then stopped and started making camp. Tehvar was jumpy, and a little aggressive. If she startled him, he'd growl before he caught himself. Then, he would murmur an apology and look shamed. He idly showed her how he was setting up wards around the camp, teaching her what he could in his mood.