Fiora let go of his arm.
"Of course not," she moved to look at the horse prepared for her. She pat its mane and laughed a little, hoisting herself up onto the saddle. "What, may I ask, are we going to do when there?"
Lupo watched her climb atop the horse, mildly amused at the grace she maintained even whilst doing it. He hefted himself onto his own mount with a grunt, snatching the reins in a leather-clad hand and pulling the horse away from the fence, angled southeast.
He pushed his hood from his head- the wind would blow it back anyway, in due time- and carded his fingers through red-brown locks, loose and intractable and knife-cut. “Why, we are going to burn and pillage along the way, and when we get there, climb to the top and piss off the edge of the world,” he joked, kicking the horse into a walk.