One of them is going to watch him intently, tail wagging joyously, until he and Ysalwen pass from sight.

(Mostly him.)

"I feel as if I ought to lecture about the stonemasonry here, and point out some of the finer aspects of our construction," Ysalwen allows, once they're out of the kennels and making their way toward the stables.

Slowly.

"Twenty steps and you'll have your vantage point."