Meet the Black Hound

In the end, we did not start with the Black Hound for transport.

"Husband," Madonna said, "The Black Hound is weighing anchor."

I sent group invites to Gamilla and Kismet, accepted the one Madonna had sent. She sighed into an embrace.

"You are inadequate as a biological source of warmth. Grow larger and hotter." she said.

"My transformations don't work that way." I said.

"Then infect yourself with a fever, or something."

<This had better be good.> Gamilla said. <I am busy.>

I threw part of my new cloak over Madonna, and sent a visual of the Black Hound. <What do we know about Black Hound, her captain?>

<Don't take that tone with me.> Gamilla said. <Kismet? >

<She might be asleep.> Madonna said.

<I want to be.> Kismet said. <Wake me if they actually set in a pursuit course.>

Kismet dropped.