"Just so, my wise winter witch."
And so they head out, thus girded for battle! As the unseelie lord and lady step through their lands, shadows rise up in the form of enormous black dogs, mastiffs with glowing eyes and razer sharp teeth. Their paw prints burn into solid rock, yet leave no trace on grass or dirt, and their howls strike fear into the most courageous of hearts... though Lady Nadeen and Lord Aiden need not fear, as they move to flank them at their sides. The cwˆn annwn, the Cù sìth, however they are called - the will vanish into smoke in the rising of the sun... but for now, an honor guard as they head out on the hunt... for mortals that need lessoning, and to greet the common folk, and to remind all who rules Silverwolf.