#baronyofthesilverwolf

Ivan snarls and dives after the fleeing figure - Gwen doesn't get much of a glimpse, as she is crawling into Mischka's den - only to be faced by SNARLING TEETH!

It's not Mischka - Gwen can see a white furry lump further in - but right now she has a snarling mongrel in front of her - a strange dog! No wonder Ivan was on guard!

She hears Ivan barking outside... but in here, there are teeth snapping at her face!

Had it been a person, Gwen probably would have lost her shit, threatened to snap their neck, then showed no mercy unless said subjected begged for it

But this is a dog, a mongrel sure, but a dog. And she is reluctant to hurt it.

A firm voice of command, "BACK, SIT! Behave yourself!" A tone of authority

A whine, and it tries to scramble past her - ESCAPE!

Something magickal about this beast, indeed, a feel of glamour about it... him, she sees.

"Easy.. Easy" She shifts her tone to comfort

Enchanted, or fae blooded, or... his ears go back, and he lays down, teeth still bared but giving a tentative wag of his tail.

Outside, Ivan is barking like mad!

Past the strange dog, Gwen can see that Mischka appears to be sound asleep, her side rising and falling with snores.

"Good dog. Come" She says. Not wanting ot leave it in with Mischka

And slowly heads out. She needs to help Ivan

Strange that this dog isn't asleep like the others... he eagerly shimmies forward, following her toward the exit.

It occurs to her, possibly too late, this dog could be a pooka, but HER dog is in danger and so far the mongrel seems to be willing to be peaceful

She keeps one eye behind her, but picks up her speed to get to Ivan

As soon as she is out of the way, the dog makes a break for it! Pelting off down a path as fast as his feet can take him. Ivan is standing up with his paws against a large free, shaking it with his weight as he growls at the fellow he has treed. A glance after the dog that is fleeing, and Ivan looks to Gwen - uncertain!

"Bosco, you good for nothing son of a mutt!" The treed fellow shrieks after the dog - he shakes a fist, which is a poor choice, as he needs that hand to hold on, his other arm filled with a rather large and lumpy satchel. He wobbles and grabs back onto the tree.

She considers it, letting ivan chase the other dog, but priorities are priorities.

"Let him run, Ivan, if Bosco returns or doesn't leave we'll hunt him down if wave to" A look at the figure up there

And seeing if he's kith or human

"You there! Girl! Nice girl, eh heh. How's about you call off yer dag and we can talk, nice-like?"

Fae, certainly! Not one she's ever seen before. Slender and spry, not unlike a piskey, that she's met, but with tangled grey hair rather than piskey smooth, and skin craggy and lined like an old man, though he seems spry enough. Maybe a piskie undercover, blending in, but with rather a nasty crowd, if so.

"You seem under the impression I want you alive," She says eyes darkening, "Who are you? WHAT are you? How did you put everyone to sleep? How long does it last? Start answering before you hit ground and I'll consider mercy, you miserable fuck."

"Oh, see, you're asking all sorts of questions about me, but I don't even know who you are!" His hand slides into his pocket and he pulls out a pocketwatch, "Oh, my. Look at the time... I really MUST be going."

Ivan growls up at the tree!

She SHAKES the tree viollently to stop whatever bunk is going on.

"Whoaaaa!" He wobbles and clings to the trunk. "You wouldn't want me to drop anything fragile now!" Fumbling to keep hold of the large satchel under his arm.

A thought occurs. Did Mishka look.. slimmer?

She couldn't really tell from the glimpse she got....

A shriek and he tumbles!

Wind suddenly whips up around them, a storm out of nowhere! Lightning crackles, and snow is driven into Gwen's face...

And Gwen tries to counter, her own skycraft at work!

Even as she tries to catch that satchel

HEr wind blows stronger, perhaps helping the satchel come close

Ivan has backed away, pawing at the snow that drives into his face - he's a mountain dog, but not some husky to be HAPPY in the snow!

A larger wind whips up, and the crack of the storm sounds more like the cry of a Thunderbird than sturm and drang! He dares come into HER home, and try a storm?!

Her vision clears, and she sees the small man where he hunched over, hand raised with his watch, ready to smash it onto the ground! She has a quick decision to make - try to stop him, or grab for the bag!

If what's in the bag is what she fears... she dare not risk stopping him failing so she grabs for the bag

"No! NO!" His hand comes down, smashing the pocketwatch - and a flickerflash goes off! He snatches back after the bag... but it's too late, and the pesky man vanishes WITHOUT his sack of treasures.

With him gone, the storm he called immediately ceases, leaving just Gwen's wind flowing through the forest... which helps dissipate the foul smell that lingers on the bag he left behind.

Ivan sneezes, once, twice, and then starts snuffling at the bag with a soft whine!

"Please be okay, please" She opens the bag

She guessed right! Within the bag is a small heap of fuzzy lumps! Brown and white, mottled, eyes still closed.. though they are starting to stir and make soft noises.

A howl comes from back towards the den - Mischka is awake! Answering barks in the distance as well...

"Ivan, go fetch the baron, lick him in the ear if you have to"

As for her, she moves towards Misckhka craddling the precious cargo

He barks and bounds off!

Mischka comes barreling out of her den - shaking off sleep but looking frantic at the same time!

Gwen can tell now that she's up that the mama dog has had her litter - tummy smaller, but rounded out, with milk that her pups SHOULD be drinking right now.

"Mischka, I Have them... the strange smells you smell, that was that bastard.. I odn't know what he was." She moves towards the Den still expecting the mom to follow

The mama bear growls... but she trusts Gwen, and her growl softens into a whining keen, as she stuffs her nose into the bag, snuffling anxiously at her puppies.

They start SQUEAKING at the smell of mama, and her tail wags slowly.

Following Gwen!

"See that? they know you" She leads to the Den, and clears it with a soft wind. No weird powders of wahtever... then says "Lay down, Miskhka. Your pups will need your warmth" Assuming the mama bear dog does, she gently, oh so gently, let's them out along mama's side.

One... two... three... seven! Seven perfect little pups, all in a row! They seem to have taken no harm from their 'adventure', squeaking and shoving and finding their way to the warm mama's side and their own Thanksgiving milkfeast, eating happily.

"Seven? " She hoped for more but that's still close to average, and she looks about... to see if she is missing one that didn't get snatched or... mind you Seven IS fine, but she can't bear the thought one feel from the tree out of the back or is on a path after it didn't go on the satchel

Mischka has settled down, but now there is a bit of a commotion outside once more. "Mischka?" The Baron calls, and then he asks, "Gladiola, are you in there? Ivan, I am HERE. You needn't pull so."