TWO WEEKS LATER
TUG.
My ears prick up as someone pulls them. I jolt out of a walking doze on a forested road. Puffs of dirt swirl around my paws. Soft and crumbly. This is what they call a shortcut, because the actual main road to the Beast Taming Elimination Tournament is a zoo that barely moves. At least, according to Lamant and Elandior. We opted to take the back roads. Smart. I walk in front of the carriages and the beast wagon and the supply wagons. Kaline, who tugged my ears to wake me up, rides on my back. It is a civilized caravan to the tournament.
We weren't so orderly days ago when we left. The Riddlehoeven villa was pure chaos.
Carriages packed up. Servants sounding like a stampede while they run around closing up the house. Kaline and Vedette packed their new clothes. We did end up visiting that tailor that Gussie was so fixated on. Now, we all have new finery to wear. Nothing that would make us look ridiculous, naturally.
