#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Was.. was there anyway to stay awake in this dream?"

"I'm not certain? I don't remember it all that well. Trina advised to write it down, but there were so many children, and all of them with their hands in SOMETHING... Maybe it doesn't mean anything?"

"Maybe, but it was important to you, and it feels wrong to dismiss it. Particularly given our unique ..natures. "

"Why am I the only one who sees these things?"

"No -NO, that is NOT for..." There is a muffled sound and then arguement.

"I really don't.." She starts to answer then hears the noise

"I am sorry. They came back in, and I cannot bar them from my room. I am to watch over them?!"

The sound of laughter in the background, childish whooping.

"It's okay, take care of your family, Art. Even if you came by them in a weird way. I'll pass word of the warning"

"Sorry I can't offer more help - hey, what are you-" click

She whirls back trying to sort this all out

Then an idea. SHe heads out doors and moves towards Mischka's den!

An early snowfall has started! It's just a dusting, but enough to make the air crisp and clean, and lightly powder the grass that crunches underfoot.

It's very quiet as she goes, Ivan trotting along beside her, unless she has told him to stay behind?

No, Ivan is well. "ivan, we need to keep each other awake"

He wags his tail. They walk past the stables - the paddocks are empty, all of the horses tucked away in the stables where they were set up with trays of warm mashed oats with carrots and other treats, they were not forgotten on Thanksgiving.

Could it be poison? A sedative? The vision doesn't have to be literal

Ivan looks a bit puzzled as they pass the kennels. He lets out a single bark, which rings through the air, but is unanswered? No return barks, yips or howls of greeting. THAT is odd.

Gwen spots something on the ground - footprints, in the snow. They're not easy to spot, the coating is light, but they're already almost covered. Not too fresh... but definitely not from before dinner. And everyone who was around was at dinner... heck, even Willy made it in to join the table.

She starts to track them

Ivan heads into the kennels as she follows the footsteps. They go around the kennel building a few times, in, and out again, and then off in another direction.

She hears Ivan bark from within.

She moves quickly towards her dog

He has his nose in one of the kennels, but comes out when Gwen enters. A sneeze, and then he sneezes again. Bark!

Inside the kennel is Fort, Aiden's wolfhoud, deeply snoozing. Nearby, a heap of Glennies in a puppyish pile. All sound asleep.

She mooves to one of the sleeping dogs and checks for signs of sedation far beyond 'turkey fatique'

Eye dilation if need be

Snooze... snoozzzzzeeee.... They are deeply asleep. There's a tingle of glamour... not ordinary sleep.

Ivan is sitting next to the Glennies, and is starting to look a little drowzy.

Gwen, however, feels just as alert as she started. Maybe a bellyful of turkey, but there's no helping that.

This isn't right and it's time to stop playing detective... "Currahee!!"

It's a Cherokee battle cry, meaning 'Fight, or stand alone!'

And she yells it loud

Ivan startles back to his feet, and barks!! The other dogs stir, even a few eyes crack open, but then they settle back down, curled up, some with tails over their noses.

SHe moves about heading towards Mischa's Den where she was going in the first place. If someone is aftrer the soon to be born puppies, she'll flat out muder them. She also hits her phone trying to ring the baron

The footsteps meander a bit, but they lead in that direction... Gwen's instincts were right, they are headed that way.

The Baron's phone buzzes, but isn't answered. Not unusual, he's not as tied to the device as the younger crowd...

Ivan suddenly pauses, and growls! His hackles go up, and he bounds forward!

She races that way heerself.. hopingg to see a target

She finds Ivan in front of the Den, snarling inward! Someone... inside?! Ivan shimmies in, teeth bared... and Gwen catches a glimpse of someone high-tailing it out of there! A flash of movement, running off down a path towards the road!

And she tries to tackle!

"Sic Em, Ivan!"