Wild's Heart, she weighed a ton!
Theiryk was able to catch his breath when she got off him, and he wheezed. "Don't mention it," he said, coughing and climbing to his feet. Well, now that that matter was out of the way, he gestured for her to follow. Hands idly dusted off his pants as he went, keeping an eye out for anything else that was moving on the sides.
Silence still, save for the chirping of birds and crooning of prey. Theiryk was not as wary of traveling on the forest floor as other of his kin might be. He was accustomed to the trees still, and the going was slow. He could travel faster by wind, trusting it to carry him as it might a passel of leaves in one powerful gust.
But that would probably unsettle Lauraiiel once again and he rolled his eyes. Theiryk had said nothing for some time, all that could be heard was the quiet stepping here and there as he passed over a stone or two.
And suddenly he snorted, and put a hand up to hide his laugh. When he pulled it away, his face was serious once more. Although he couldn't contain a second snort.