“Enjoying the ride, Father?”

Jurwan Leaf Talker, wizard, counselor to Imperial Army Marshal Ruwl, husband of Chayii Red Owl, and currently unwilling or unable to turn back to elf form, twitched his whiskers and said nothing. Konowa sighed. When he’d bothered to imagine his future, he’d never once allowed for the possibility that one day he’d be leading soldiers ashore to do battle against the Shadow Monarch’s dark creatures with his mother and father in tow. That one now sported a very bushy tail and the other was generally disappointed with how he’d turned out did, however, seem like something he should have anticipated.

He wasn’t sure which was worse.

“We could use your help, you know,” Konowa said.

Jurwan scratched his nose with one small paw and said nothing. In a way, Konowa didn’t blame him. Jurwan had risked his life, certainly his sanity, to get the black acorn now resting against Konowa’s chest from atop Her mountain. Her dark magic must have done more damage than even a great elf wizard like his father could repair. That thought should have given Konowa pause, but he knew that where his father had failed, he would not. Perhaps, if Jurwan’s ryk faur Black Spike, the Wolf Oak he shared a magical bond with when a member of the Elves of the Long Watch, were still alive, he would be back to his old self by now.

Konowa patted a hand against his chest and felt the familiar tingle of cold power there. A dark stain now marred Konowa’s skin over his heart, but he knew he could undo it when the time was right.

“Were you able to sense anything from the ship?” Konowa asked, keeping his voice low. Jurwan, some years ago, had quietly gifted the…body, for lack of a better word, Konowa supposed, of his ryk faur to the Queen for use in building one of her ships. The gift had infuriated the elves of the Long Watch and his mother in particular. Not even the naming of the ship after the Wolf Oak could appease the elves, but Konowa doubted that anything less than the dissolution of the Empire would. Fittingly, the Queen had assigned HMS Black Spike to her son, Prince Tykkin, and the Iron Elves as they set sail from Elfkyna, perhaps hoping the reunion between elf and ryk faur would snap Jurwan out of his current state. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working.