"Breakfast?" This question came in hopeful tones: little Volly, the courier, landed beside them. He had heard the noise and come looking, now he gazed about inquisitively. "Cow!" he squealed, seeing one loose, and immediately leaped after it: the animals began bellowing and ran away all over again.
"It is not really our fault," Maximus said, when they were once again alone, Volly and the animals already far distant. "The herders ought to have been here."
Temeraire closed his eyes and hid his head beneath his wing, curling his tail around himself; he hardly imagined how he was going to face Laurence.
From Feast or Famine by Naomi Novik.