The Leszy slows to a walk, then a smooth stop, allowing Liska to slide shakily off his back. She clutches his shoulder, breathless. “Impressed?” he asks, amused. “I think I might be going into shock.” “I do have that effect on women,” he says casually. “Most people, really.” He shrugs Liska’s arms off and steps over a downed branch, his hooves muted by the blanket of needles.
