"Dammit," Derulo muttered, lifting up his shirt and sticking his dark hand through the torn seam in the arm, where it had caught on a branch during their journey.
Kelly chuckled and stuck another chuck of bread into his waiting mouth.
His stomach had been growling angrily since dusk, and it was well towards midnight at this point. He chewed and swallowed before responding to his Beta.
"Maybe you should learn to control that beast." He nodded over at the chestnut mare that was nibbling on the undergrowth near his own silver mount.
Derulo sneered at his friend and pulled the torn shirt over his head.
The white fabric stood out easily in the dark, especially with their enhanced eyesight.
He ran a hand through the course, curly black hair that covered his head and lifted his plate of cold beans into his lap.
"Not my fault the horse is nervous."
