Okay. I hope you can hold on real tight, because my ribs are kinda big in this form. The gigantic bear's forelimbs bend until he's just about kneeling; all it'll really take will be a touch with the intention of climbing aboard for Suzi to find herself astride.

He's a god. He's good like that.

Hold on tight, Belar warns again. This shape was built for hunting pronghorn. And he's off.

We should probably mention that pronghorn can keep up a steady forty to forty-five miles an hour across open country for considerable distance, and fifty-five to sixty at a dead run.