Lazar was quiet in his corner, sitting and looking ahead of him.
“Didn’t you say the witch would meet us at the campsite this morning?”
“Rose!” Phillipe looked panicked: “They will capture her as well!”
“Not if she’s as clever as you said.” Beeswax mumbled.
Kaida was still pulling at the chain that had found its way underneath one of her scales and was now cutting into her skin, making it bleed.
“Kaida, please, calm down. You are hurting yourself!”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of this place.” Lazar pulled his head from his rope, and walked over to Kaida.
“How did you…”
“The fur. People always misjudge them with the fur. When they tie me up, they make the knot too loose around my neck, and I get out.” He shrugged: “There are never chains around that are small enough
