[Unfortunately, Equius didn't notice, because Darkleer chose that moment to wark and flap his stubby wings and make a fuss. It takes him a moment to get the bird back under control, and by then, Dirk is comfortably seated on Chance's back.]

All right. I'm going to need to run this guy a little [he pats Darkleer's neck], so if he takes off, you can gallop to keep up or just meet me further down the trail.

[With that ominous warning, he wheels Darkleer around and the bird starts trotting towards the trail in the woods.]