Clearly his new bosom friend is only used to nice smoothe carriage rides. This is far more like the rides of Jacob's youth on "borrowed" horses, through the countryside of Crawley, jumping fences and skidding over gravel driveways. And while yes, this beast is considerably wider and thus the riding stance is much tricker, Jacob really is having a fantastic time mastering it.

Or trying to. A pull to the reins does change the path their animal moves, but not with the quick reactions of a horse. Shame.

"Friends?" He calls back, "Two great big males, in a small territory? Doubt it!" Yet Jacob says this so cheerfully, because while he sees the other animal bowing its head to charge, he wonders if he can steer theirs just to the side, so they pass like mounts in a jousting competition. He's always wanted to do something like that.

"In your world Hector, did they have something called tourneys?"