“Thank you for the warning. I guess I didn’t realize the danger.” Vaeril simply nodded as he took the basket from her hand, and gave it to Zephyr. “We will leave.”
  “I hope you find somewhere safe, I wish that… the moon… looks after you and brings you home someday. I won’t tell a soul that I saw you, the golden one”, she said in an honest voice, even if she seemed a bit unsure.
  He snorted at her, as he could tell she didn’t know how to wish anything upon the moon. Elven folk didn’t do that, they never had the same faith in the moon as kitsune had. It was a nice gesture of her nonetheless, but what mattered more was her promise to not tell anyone about him. Snatchers would definitely come for a rumor like that.
  “Good, I would have to come back and bite you, if you did.” He showed her his teeth, still more like those of a fox, just to let her know he was serious. The other kitsune around them growled to tell them that they agreed.
  Before she could say anything to defend herself, he turned to his golden fox shape. And he ran away into the forest with the rest of the group. They didn’t run straight back home, as he wouldn’t want anyone to find the pack. All he could think of was to protect the little kits.

- Elwyn -

Elwyn stepped into the royal palace of Imasari, with Aesar at her side. Or more like, it was her who was at his side. She knew better than to try to walk first anywhere in here. It was the royal palace after all, and Aesar was the king’s cousin. And she, she was just a bastard. The only reason Aesar could bring her here was because they were related to each other. It didn’t matter how.
  Her eyes wandered over all of the rooms and corridors they walked through, because she had memories of this place from when she had been a child. A lot of things was like how she could remember it, the halls of light and soft colors, the scent from the rose garden outside an open window. Her childhood was long ago now. A new king ruled in this palace, as the former king had passed away in the sickness during the dark years. Thanithirl had been a great king for thousands of years, and his son, Belmyrs, had only been a small child at the time. She had met the little prince before king Thanithirl had fallen ill, but that was also a long time ago.
  She could hear voices talking ahead from them, a guard who spoke to another about them wanting to meet with the king. A door opened up to a room, and the guards let them in. Elwyn had only a moment or two to take in the room, before a person in there got her attention. It was some kind of study or office. It didn’t matter. What really mattered was the man in front of them. Seven hundred years had gone by since she had met the little prince, and he had certainly grown up. He was now a king.