After Terrence had fallen asleep, reassuring her that the voices were gone, Breanna slipped into the woods and changed form.
Stupid man, using magic. Did he have a suicide wish? It pissed her off that he was right about the journey needing speeding up, but teleporting was still out of the question. Which meant she'd have to relent on another aspect.
She found him a mount. One he'd probably protest, but at least they'd move faster.
The next morning while she packed her things, she heard a yelp and turned to see Terrence getting acquainted with the new addition to their party.
Scrambling from his sleeping spot, he backed away from the nuzzling, dappled unicorn.
"Oh Breanna," Terrence said in a too calm voice.
"Yes, Terrence?" she replied, suppressing a grin.
"There's a unicorn in our camp."
"I know. I called him."