The young fox didn't need an engraved invitation. "Let's get going! Mush!"<br/><br/>He shook the reins, not expecting a war mount to be trained to them, but figuring it was smart enough to get the general idea without being told. For now he'd head for the trees, but manouvring this thing once they got in among them was not a recipe for speed, or safety.<br/><br/>He hoped to still head for solid ground, but unfortunately there were giant acid drooling monsters between him and the most direct route.