"He does," Childermass agrees, having transformed in a flicker of shadows once again, from crow back to human. He gets to his feet, brushing snow off idly as he does. "Baker."

That gets the dog's attention, even if he is still leaning into Strange's scratching fingers.

"Down," he says with a gesture. Unsurprisingly, this time Baker does lay down and Childermass can gesture for Strange to climb back on, raising an eyebrow at him expectantly. "I'm not sure how much farther we have to go. Hopefully not terribly far, but we can always turn back if you're having second thoughts."