He felt the rigidness of her form lessen as they moved. This wasn't mechanized, it rocked and bucked to a natural rhythm, the likes of which required a more relaxed rider. While he hadn't trained all that much in riding on Selvaris, there were times when he could sneak out in the night and experience the wind in his hair. Of course, it often ended in punishment, but all things did. And once everything was a punishment, nothing was.
He smiled as the Tauntaun stepped over over a small mound, bucking Harla off the seat. His grip tightened around her as he clapped the reins. "You aren't going to fall." He let out a breath of air, watching the plume pass by as they moved. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he laid goggled eyes on the Tauntaun that was following. The wind was blowing hard enough that within moments, the track disappeared in fresh powder.
Tapping his right arm, he looked over her shoulder at the Chrono, noting the direction and nodding. Not that she could see it but it was a matter of body language. Pulling on the left rein and slacking on the right, the beast turned left and adjusted course. "There, that should put us in the right direction."
Smacking the leather with a fluid movement of his wrists, his heels kicked at the legs of the Tauntaun. It immediately began a mild gallop as the beast behind them worked to keep up. He leaned in around her as the wind hit them. "If you need to switch position, I can ride in front. The cold doesn't bother me. Though..." He stopped and looked towards the gear they were bringing along. "We didn't, by chance, bring any personal shielding equipment?"