Jon was stunned by the current turn of events. Here he was, locked in a pen with the McMillans. Their captors had taken all three of the McMillans out, and brought them back drugged up, but had barely touched him, only bringing him a bowl of what looked like cut up pieces of cooked meat. He was too hungry to be too concerned about it.
After being fed with a feedbag, Sarah had apparently fallen asleep crouched in a corner. He wondered how she could sleep so soundly in this situation. Her parents were still in the giggling stage, and were acting rather playful.
That left him a corner of the pen alone to himself, to study the vixen studying them. She was the only one he'd heard talking, and something made him think she was more kindly disposed than the horse people who were doing most of the heavy lifting.
