Toby leaned forward and sniffed curiously at the lady mouse in his own sort of reply to the introduction, having settled down just a bit, emphasis on 'just'. His gaze flicked to the side as his Mouse Master dashed off for the leash, and his ears perked up as he momentarily considered trotting after him.
Basil was back before Toby had long to consider this, snapping the clip onto his collar with finality. "Right then! Climb aboard and tell us where to." He said to Harriet, clambering onto the hound himself.











