Theoretically, John should be assisting with animal wrangling. This is, after all, a team effort.

But at the moment, John is perched still on the seat of the wagon observing the menagerie and his partners efforts to corral the collection of absurdities back into the cart.

"Are we missing one?" he questions, leaning forward to squint at the assembly. It's exceedingly hard to tell, considering the variety of sizes and tangle of beasts hemmed in between Adrasteia and Tiffany.