There was an awful noise coming from the forest. Edmund wasn't sure what to make of it, or the barking that came with it, but with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword (which he wore every other day or so, when he felt like it), he dashed off to investigate. Honour, who had been walking with him and radiated a sense of being significantly less interested in the disturbance, loped after him to make sure his human didn't get into any trouble.

When he came upon the scene, the screeching and the barking had stopped, but that didn't relax Edmund entirely. He took in Cassie, the dog, the baby pegasus with a single glance and, noting nothing dangerously out of the ordinary there, began checking the perimeter, sword still sheathed for now. (A pegasus might strike you or I as out of the ordinary, of course, but winged horses, while not common, were known to inhabit Narnia. Edmund would have treated the little creature with great respect if not outright shock and awe, if he had realized it was the cause of the commotion.)

"What happened, Cassie? Everything alright?"