Ellen grins and immediately proceeds to a most undignified scrabbling aboard the creature's back. Remarkably, only one head seems particularly fussed by this. There's no saddle, but she left the hackamores on to make it easier to retrieve the beast at need, so she picks up the excessively complicated reins.

One kick in the ribs later, the result rather resembles this, but with more heads.

And less lederhosen.

And no tubas.