#baronyofthesilverwolf

It is hung high, but not higher than a troll on horseback can reach.

"Shhh... shh, don't panic birdy..."

"I got some bread for the poor thing. " She tears the crust off her sandwich

"Got meat? Ravens are carnivores..."

She reaches to let down the cage.

As the cage is moved, the wings flare - and a sizzling sound where they brush the edge of the golden bars.

"Ark... ark...." it croaks softly... then louder. "ARK! FARK!"

"Fark.... you. Fark you, you cocksucking, wyrm-swilling, mother-raping...." The words coming from this bird's bill would make a Nocker's ears turn red! But strangely, after the first croak, it's not the sound one might expect from a raven, but a woman's voice, albeit hoarse and rough.

"Yeah" She takes the ham sandwich and offers the darn thing

"I.. err if you want it?" An offer "its yours."

"Shhh... shh... don't bite." She opens the cage.

The cage is locked - but the bars are no match to her strength, if Dagmar simple BENDS it open?

"Dee, y'don't think there's, like, were-ravens do you?"

BRUTE FORCE.

"Oh geez. I don't know. I only heard about the wolves but..."

Gold is lovely, but not strong. It crumples under her hands, and the bird falls free, wings unable to catch it as it leaps to be free of the prison, away from the touch of what burns it like iron...

"Shhh... " she eases the raven out and lets the cage clatter to the ground. "Heard some crazy stories about bears, y'know..."

If the Raven can't catch itself, Sam's broad hands may.

A quiver, shiver, and the form starts to melt in a way that makes your eyes feel dizzy.... and grows heavier.... as the bird turns into a woman. Not a particularly large woman - DeLorean may have lost her grip, but Dagmar's arms are up to the task, if she keeps her hold.

"Oh shit..."

She holds!

"Wow... we got ourselves a damsel!"

A pale skinned, black haired damsel wearing a leather jacket covered with safety pins and small bits and pieces of jewelry, an ankh here, a cross there, a pentacle, a.. is that a coffee cup on a pin? Random, eclectic stuff. But she is fully dressed - her skin blistered and peeling as if burned, and her eyes still missing. A cough... voice dry and rough. "You're not with them. I can't smell it on you. ....did Falcon bring you?"

"A falcon did." D'Lorean says

"Who are them? The Fomor wolves?"

"I'm a falcon, and we saw a falcon, yeah..."

"Not a falcon... fuck, I can't see you." A hand reaches out to grasp at the one holding her, and a questing feeling.... akin to kenning, brushes Dagmar's awareness. "Shiiiiit. Uh. Hail, and well met, ye fair folk, and let me have not offended thee..."

"Oh right. Smell. We're.. um... yes? Yes. One of our own is lost in these woods. We're here to rescue him."

"Wow.. sounds like she knows more about us than we do her"

BUZZZ goes the text

"They have a thing like ours. I guess there ARE were-birds."

"I'm Dag, this is Dee."

"I'm..." A pause. "Call me Nevara." Curiousity warring with formality and wariness in her tone. "I don't know if it is offensive to thank you. I remember something about that. But IF it isn't THEN please consider that you would be SO FUCKING THANKED." She's wilder aged herself!

"And if not, then not, and if you curse me, then you can't do anything worse than those bane boys."

"No cursing. We're trying to rescue my baron. If you can sense what he is, he's..well, kind of an elf lord"

"You're welcome. Okay, I'm gonna set you behind me... don't kick Star, amd you can hold onto me to stay steady..."

Dagmar's phone plays Nadeen's ring tone

"You're with the Hunter? Tell me... do you seek only him? Not the Caern? Not the pack? Because if any of the swill they're selling is true, you'd need an army to even get close. That's what clued me off. It doesn't make SENSE." Can a beat up, eyeless, battered lady sound smug? She does, for a moment. "Got anything to drink? Water... or let me reach the snow."

"Oh, c'mon..."

"I'll KNOW if you lie." She adds.

And... is telling the truth!

"I got water.." She offers some

"I got water." She digs a bottle out, and her phone. "Yeah, well, same."

ALSO true!

"Nadeen?"

"Oh thank goodness! Nadeen. I managed to scry the baron. But it was wobbly. I need you to lisen while I remember"

Grasping, she finds the nearest - a pause, then shakes her head. And drinks. "Accepting gifts from the fae, Sharpeye is never gonna let me live this one down... if I live to reach the next parliament, that is..."

"You'll have bragging rights..."

"Hey, scry? You saw him? Tell me."

"You now owe me a date" Dee says "For you have put your lips to the neck of my bottle"

Her head tilts to one side, eyeless gaze seeking. "I hope you're cute. I'm not shallow, but being cute never hurts. How does Chinese sound? I haven't eaten since they strung me up..." Apparently a chatterbox.

"One said..." _I say that we be done with him, Half-Moon. Before he calls down an entire army of fair folk! Would you have them raid the Caern?" A young voice, a piercing growl."
"then another said"You are not Alpha here, Howls-by-Night.  We need to know more.  Why do they attack now?  I say that we keep him, and get more information. However we must."  A calmer, stern voice.
"Kill him now! Before he summons aid!  They can see through the beasts and the air... they may even now be traveling their dream roads to invade!"  He got loud"

Silent, as she listens in on the conversation....