Chapter 42: Reaping the Harvest

Rhychard took the Guardian Sword away from Justin’s throat, wiped the blood from the tip on the grass, and then sheathed it. The voices went quiet. As it vanished from sight, the Warrior walked over to Kree and scratched the coshey behind his ear. The elven hound closed his eyes and leaned into his hand, enjoying the attention. “Going to tattle on me?”

:Warrior, I am not an informant for the Seelie. I am a coshey. I am your elven hound. I chose you. The Seelie did not send me. My loyalty is to my Warrior.:

:Thanks, I needed to do this.:

Kree opened his eyes and swung his muzzle to glance up at Rhychard. His dark eyes revealed the depth of his care for the human. :I know this. If I do not agree with something, I assure you I will be forthcoming with it. However, I will always support you. As you humans say, I have your back.: