The trio easily finish off the chicken and the bread. Gathering up their gear they'd soon meet back up with Ferric and Mica. Their cart was set up to go already. The mules seemed healthy, though the one that was wounded seemed jittery. Ferric gave them both an apple each and turned to the other three. "Now, unfortunately there isn't much room in the cart for more than four people at a time, including me who'll be up front to handle the mules. We'll be traveling at a steady pace but one of you might need to walk alongside the cart at some point. I'll let you decide for yourselves." Shortfang raised his hand into the air. "Shortfang can do! Shortfang always walk anyways. Shortfang tough!" Pylia turned to you and whispered. "I think he's just trying to compensate for you saving him. I don't mind if he wants to walk, but maybe wean him off the idea he needs to go all out. For his own good, you know?"