Borsk sighed exasperatedly, and barked something to Grynna. She, in turn, whined back to him, and Borsk smiled and shook his head. “I show you. Come here, boy.” Din did so, and Borsk showed him the proper way to fasten the straps and tighten them so the saddle would not move on the wolf’s back. With his help, Din managed to clamber up into position and quickly shoved his feet into the stirrups to steady himself.
“Lean over her,” said Borsk encouragingly, making an angle with his hand to try to illustrate his point. “If you low, and she low, you both fall no so far, see?”
Din shook his head. “What?”
Borsk sighed. “It…it…” he broke off into that wolfish language again, a long string of angry snarls. “Art of balance,” he said, trying again. “When both move together, you fall no off. See?”