He remembered how he had to run stupid errands for his boss in the modern wolf, he couldn't do anything because well... He was just someone ordinary with no power. This time, he had some power, and why would he not abuse it every once in a while?
So yes, this man was going to have to give him a lift even if he didn't like that those wolves would be trailing them. Anyway, it was not like they were going to get inside the carriage and crowd it! They were wolves! And they would rather be on their feet.
Once arrangements were made, the old man gestured politely toward the open door. "Please," he said, "you first."
Riven climbed inside and settled onto the plush bench seat, the faint scent of herbs and clean linen soothing after the cold air. He could feel the older man's gaze on him, and when he finally joined him inside, he closed the door with careful precision.
The carriage jolted forward again, beginning the last leg of the journey.
