Tryggvi caught wind of the new scent and starting pawing the ground with a hoof and eventually reared.
"Tryggvi! Hold!" Svalin ordered. The winged-horse put all four hooves on the ground, but snorted. The tiger cub stood under Svalin's mount, but he sniffed the air curiously.
"Well met, Chris Tigrasdottir. I art Svallin Thorsdottir."
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