CHAPTER 34
“I still think you should be doing this, George, not me.” Dyfnallt gestured deferentially from his seat before the desk in the huntsman’s office.
“Nothing’s changed,” George said. “If I exhibited the hounds, they’d say I controlled them, and that’s not what we want. Besides,” he grinned, “you’ve earned it.”
At that Dyfnallt let a little smile wash over his thin face. “They’ve settled in nicely,” he allowed. “Even Cernunnos’s whelps are at least trying to behave well.”
“For now, anyway,” George warned. He didn’t think Leo or Gweilgi were in any danger of being lost in the crowd. Still, sixteen whelps was quite a number to digest, an increase to the pack of more than a quarter in a single year.
“The people and the excitement are going to stir them all up, of course,” Dyfnallt
