CAINE
The warlock is an annoying companion on a long drive, but his ability to track the girl's presence is little short of miraculous.
"I'm telling you," Jack-Eye says, gesturing wildly in the cramped backseat at Thom, "a woolly mammoth would absolutely destroy an elephant in combat. Thicker fur, larger tusks—built for the ice age, man."
Thom shakes his head. His glasses slip down his nose, and he pushes them back with trembling fingers. "Elephants have superior intelligence and agility. African bull elephants can weigh up to seven tons and reach nearly thirteen feet. Your mammoth would be too slow."
"Too slow? Are we forgetting they hunted in packs?" Jack-Eye counters.
This conversation has lasted at least the last thirty miles. It started, oddly enough, with a conversation about chickens.
"We're discussing a one-on-one arena battle," Thom says, voice steady despite his physical weakness. "Not a pack hunt."
