Belle was fast, and almost immediately, Kit found herself up toward the front of the pack, alongside Cassius and Jate, the former of which was whooping and hollering at the top of his lungs, which had her laughing. Kit vowed to stay near him, at least as long as she could, since this hunt was shaping up to be even more interesting than the others she’d been on.
The queen wasn’t much of a rider. Though her horse had taken off before any of the others, she quickly fell to the back of the pack, and many of her attendees and other noble persons did the same, allowing the Representatives to head to the front of the group. In front of her, Kit could see the dogs entering the woods to the east of the castle and knew that would slow their progress significantly. The brush was thick throughout the forest, and the horses would have to choose their paths carefully whereas Frick would make his way through even the smallest of openings.
