Pit desired Chir. The smells became one heady perfume, a scent that drove him wild. He snuffled gracelessly as he strained against the harness.

Fionn glared over his shoulder. "Stop before you get something worse than drool on my leather seats, you cad."

Pit yipped but complied, because Fionn's voice held that commanding property again, and he was compelled to obey. He subsided and returned to dreaming outwards. A gorgeous light orange humanoid beckoned to him from a ...