"Hey, hey," Tayne laughed a little, gently pushing the big nose away from his open car door. "No teeth marks in the metal, big guy. Could hurt your teeth-- or my truck." The truck itself was a big, beat-up, light blue Chevy pickup, with a camper on the back that extended about six inches off either side of the bed. It smelled strongly of Tayne, and if Krist went to one of the camper windows or the door in the back, there was a lingering scent of Rowena's monster-lynx form and the blood from his leg and Rowena's dart punctures.
"Nothing in there for you, handsome," Tayne chuckled, keeping one hand on the stallion's shoulder or neck, whatever Krist would let him do. "Though I wish I'd thought to bring something to eat I could share."