The enormous creature Issachar polymorphed himself into was something of night terrors told to children to keep them on the straight and narrow by their parents but his experience to date had never been with one the size the wizard had chosen. The flight east and north was bumpy to say the least and Aurix after the first few lurches switched his stance to that of the Spider's dance, rather than his usual hunter's sense, favouring not falling from a great height rather than catching the scents on the wind. Still somewhat queasy and not trusting himself to talk lest his breakfast prefer to speak on his behalf on the long flight, Aurix continually scanned the land below, or what he could see of it, for signs of the inquisition, and higher up signs of their wayward companion Lethio and his companion Obaith.
Spoiler: SpotTake 10 = 25