Carries two people

“I’m just saying,” River Shoulders’ rumbling voice said, “you just draw two little lines from the corner of your mouth and then we have a public relations act. Humans love ventriloquists.”
Ramirez replied in an exhausted, bemused voice. “It might take more than that to establish relations between the Forest People and humanity at large.”
“Gotta start somewhere,” River Shoulders said.
“And the first place you went was a ventriloquist act?” Ramirez asked. “Maybe we should live through the night first. Then think it through for a while.”
“Mmmmm,” River Shoulders rumbled. “Probably smart.”
My eyes adjusted enough to make out dim shapes, and I said, “All right, folks. Let’s get a move on.”
The hound ran forward and leapt into the air, and a hawk soared away.
Man. I needed to learn how to do stuff like that one of these days.
“All right,” I said, “we—”
River Shoulders scooped me up in his other arm and bounded forward.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been scooped up by a Sasquatch or not, but it isn’t the sort of thing you forget. I’m a pretty big guy. River lifted me as if I were a toddler. And when he ran . . .
It wasn’t running, really, in any typical sense. It was more like a series of alternating single-leg broad jumps, covering thirty feet at a stride. River went from zero to maybe fifty miles an hour in three steps, and damned near gave me whiplash doing it.
The gunfire swelled rapidly as we reached Montrose and Clarendon.

Battle Ground Chapter 14, Page 137-138