CHAPTER 44
The little herd of five horses was just what she wanted. They looked at home in the snow, shaggy and alert, visibly thinner with the loss of some of their autumn fat. Best of all, they were short, though still too tall for Penrys to mount easily.
She liked the look of a leopard-spotted mare—the brown dapples on the cream coat matched the bold temperament she sensed from her.
Penrys had never tried using her mind on animals directly, until the experiments she’d done recently—it had never been necessary—and she disliked the compulsions that the girl had used. Was there a better way?
*Come, Leopard-cat. Come help me.* It was a continuation of the call that had brought them here out of curiosity.
The summoned mare took a few shuffling steps forward in the snow while the rest hu
