Taylor was waiting beside the aircraft when the second helicopter landed.
Boreas was waiting considerably less patiently.
The private section of Veyra's airport had been cleared before they arrived, leaving only their aircraft, two security vehicles, and a small ground crew that knew better than to approach until Hunter gave permission. The afternoon had turned brighter while they were inside the western residence, although the wind coming off the sea remained cold enough to pull at coats and send rotor wash whipping across the concrete.
Dean climbed down first.
Taylor lifted one hand in greeting from beside the stairs.
Boreas saw him.
The enormous dog surged forward so abruptly that Taylor had to tighten both hands around the reinforced leash.
Dean barely had time to brace himself before Boreas reached him, enormous head pushing against his chest with enough force to make him take a step backward.
"Yes, I am alive."
Boreas investigated him thoroughly anyway.
