“Four legs. Long face…” Callan wasn’t great at describing things. “… hang on.”
The Knight got up, grabbed and extinguished a piece of burning wood, then started to scrawl something on the ground. The worst drawing of a horse. His description was better.
“That is not horse.” Bellah appeared, staring down at… Callan’s monstrosity. It looked like a Vardo (Viking) longship… with hair… and a goofy smile.