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."

Gamilla said.

I threw part of my new cloak over Madonna, and sent a visual of the Black Hound.

Gamilla said.

Madonna said.

Kismet said.

Kismet dropped.