#baronyofthesilverwolf

A little elbow-nudge.

"I greet you, Fair Folk. I cannot see your forms without being gifted with the dreamtouch, but I can sense the souls within you. The Hunt Lord who claims the name of Silverwolf is known to us. I...." She grimaces. "Regret that we were misled."

"You have harmed one of our own." Calmly and plainly.

"And it has hurt more than you know" D'Lorean says

Truth in her words. The Baron is tied to the bale.The bale suffered

A greyish furred wolf turns into a... he looks more like a caveman than a mortal, with fangs and hirsute hair, but can speak, though with a snarl to his tone. "What boon would you claim? Do you wish the right to return each blow? Lay on then, I shall bear my mortal skin to your weapons. Take your pound of flesh from me. Let it not be said that Darius Thunder-Howl leaves debts unpaid."

Dagmar places a fist to her chest. "I know the value of a debt. What has been harmed must be made whole - do you have healing magics?"

"The Baron is MY alpha, and whatever debt you feel to me, would go to him. HIs glory"

Terra Half-moon raises a hand and the grey man steps back. "Healing is a simple matter, even for cubs." She answers. "Our crescent moons are powerful. Have you any injury?"

"The Silver Wolf has been harmed. His chains hurt him, body and soul."

"And through him, the lands of your allies suffered."

She spares a glance at him, and shakes her head slowly. "Bring him to the Caern." Terra steps towards the great stump, the size of a table - and the wolves part in her wake as she moves through them. "Set him here."

"I got him." Dagmar picks up the baron.

The Satyress helps

A gesture, and a wolf trots up, and melds into a petite teenager with a crescent moon tattoo on her neck. A nod from the Alpha, and she lays her hands on the Baron's chest lightly, and chants in a tongue that only spirits understand.

DLorean takes a slow breath

Dagmar watches, curious.

Still touched from their Umbral journey, they see... it's almost like a watermark, an after-image... barely visible, like a soap bubble's sheen. Two spirits approach... a magnificent unicorn with silken black curls and silver horn on one side, and a mighty-she-bear on the other. Together, they exhale, and their breath washes over Aiden like a cooling mist.

Her mouth forms a silent 'oh'

The satyress lowers her lashes reverently

He inhales sharply, and then exhales.... his skin clearing where it was bruised, and breath steadying... his color returns to his cheeks, still pale, but no longer pallid.

The girl frowns and moves to lay her hands lightly upon his forehead, and murmurs to the Alpha. Terra Half-Moon looks to the two girls. "He suffers from Harano, and for this we have no cure. We did not bind it within him. Though it would be a great boon for you to tell us how this may be done."

the satyress moves to him "What is Harano?"

Brow furrow.

"He grieves?"

The young girl speaks up. "It is the great sorrow. The grief that cripples the soul. We Silver Fangs know well it's bite. Many warriors are lost without a battle."

Dagmar nods. "He grieves. I don't know how to fix that."

"One fights through Harano, or one dies of it. I have never seen it... bound." Terra Half-moon says.

D'Lorean says "Bound? Something artificial holds it there?"

"Holds it, or contains it?"

"Is there a difference? It is your magics. I do not ask you how to bite and claw." The small healer says, and is hushed with a single bared tooth by the Alpha.

"No, that's fair. " D'Lorean says "I thank you"

"As for the treaty... you might need to discuss that with him when he awakens."

"Your Alpha has been healed. Also, three years we shall grant, free of Chiminage - of the magical tribute paid to our pack. Visit or nay, the treaty shall hold, freely given, with the same promise of safe passage. If he wishes to revoke it... he may." Terra nods.

Nevara speaks up, "That repays the betrayal of the PREVIOUS treaty which was still in place when he was taken by the bane under YOUR eyes. You still owe these two a boon."

Growls rumble through the watchers... it may make sense now why the Raven folk were gifted with wings... to escape whatever trouble their tongues find.

A look at Nevara that promises that date might be going more than an hour at this rate.

"I am a Child of Falcon, too - is.. would there be a way to show I am not an enemy, should I meet others of your kind?"

There is considerable muttering and discussion about this.

Finally, Terra shakes her head. "I could carve the glyphs of our tribe and pack upon your skin.... but you may still be met with suspicion. As you saw this day, the Wyrm and it's creatures are deceptive. You claim Falcon's name already - you would need to seek out Him in his realm to ask for such a boon that would be visible to our tribe.

The boon I granted your alpha also means that we will possess fewer fairy tokens. It is with such tribute that we are able to recognize your kind."

A glance at Nevara as she starts to open her mouth again, and the Alpha grimaces, and adds, "You may choose. A single fetish from our treasury, which I will ask our totem to bind to you that it works with your magics. Or you may call on my pack's aid in just battle.... once."