Lambert huffs a laugh, letting Baker slip away to wherever it is he wants to head off to now. Pig's quartered by the lakeshore for now, mud being an absolute requirement and the open air bothering her little, away from the part Childermass usually uses to practice.

"Figured we could swap off, or double up." Lambert shrugs, waving a hand lazily as he pushes the tent flap open to follow after the dog. It's not a big deal to him, either way. "That encyclopedia said she can pull up to ten tons for three days, she could use the exercise. You've gone bareback before, haven't you?"