#baronyofthesilverwolf

One is just starting to stand, the other holding it's side as blood spurts, attention now on Gwen as Art has flown to parts unknown...

"Scrawny girls sometimes piss me off" She mutters

"No..nononoooooo" SPLURT, one trips over the bike as she tries to dodge to the side, and ends up tossing herself RIGHT UNDER the wheels! The other, the one that Gwen wounded, is whammed with the front of the car and goes flying, much like Art did.

Gwen is narrowly missed, okay, there's about 2 feet there, but it FEELS narrow as the car rushes past!

Gwen whirls and blinks "Thistle? Holy shit" A surprised look then "I always said you drove like a maniac!" A fanged grin and she looks for thallian survivors.

"ohshitohshitohshitohsit..."

A snarl that turns into a shrill yelp of pain, and then fades into gurgling sounds. Ivan howls in triumph, as does Briar, who is covered in blood.

"Good boy Ivan" She says then calls out "Briar, thank you for saving my dog"

Briar is chewing.

A guilty look over at Gwen.

Thistle is clinging to the steering wheel, foot on the brake.

"Briar... I'm not judging. Okay?" And she means it. what are the rules of eating thallian anyway? "But you gotta lay off sons of adam and daughters of eve"

Now she hesitates with brake and clutch and... there, back into park!

A grinding chunk-chunk-chunk noise. Luckily Danica doesn't hear it.

Briar chews again, and swallows. "If they start something... or deserve it... REALLY deserve it... but I'll not hunt 'em for sport. Unless'n' it's a Wild Hunt..." She tries to bargain...

Thistle emerges from the car. "Art?"

"Only the Baron or Baroness can call a hunt, and then they dictate what's on the menu. You know the traditions well as I" She winces then looks as art is called for

She moves to Ivan HE better not be eating Thallian.

"Fair enough." Briar grunts, acting tough, but she looks vulnerable. A glance to where Danica is starting to approach, and she whispers, "You gonna rat me out?"

Ivan is growling down at the corpse still... it's not a wolf at all, it's a man... or was a man. Now it's meat, gory, pummeled, ripped up meat.

He isn't tasting it, rather, he is kicking at it, claws scraping the pavement, trying to bury it like he would a nasty mess.

"Art?" She calls again, worried and searching.

Meanwhile... Thistle sees Art sitting up on the pavement, half a block away.

"Art!"

And she's off, running to the sidhe's side.

"Briar, I don't think they'll give me a choice. They're going to want answers, and more. And I'm honestly not bright enough to cover it up." A sad look"But i am going to tell them how you fought on Ivan's side. How you took down thallian out to hurt us."

Briar frowns. "Can't you just say we were attacked? It's TRUE."

Art turns and waves to her, there is a huge scrape down the side of his helmet! But NOT his head, thankfully.

"You dumbass!!! You could have gotten hurt! What if they caught you!?"

"I, uh. I didn't think that far ahead? I figured, we could figure that out when we got there." Art says, completely honestly, looking up at her with a grin, helmet askew. He winces a bit as he shifts position.

A look to Briar "I'll see what I can do to paint the best stroy without lying"

A scowl, and she turns away, giving the nearest corpse a kick - it makes a meaty thunk.

Danica rubs her forehead as she reaches the others. What she sees in the scene is a huge headache.

"You are hurt!" Scowl. "Let me see!" She demands, the brusque tone countered by surprisingly gentle hands to help him up.

"My wrist stings." He admits, putting on a brave face. Oh, it's not supposed to bend that way...

She grimaces. "Well, that's fercacta."

"It's, uh. Yes, that. It's been better! But did you see how I flew? I must have hit a rock or something... I felt like I was flying! It was incredible... at least until the last part."

"Yeah, I don't know much about landings..." She steers him back towards the others.

"Everyone okay?" Danica calls over. "Report, here. Art, Thistle, Briar. Line UP."

She sounds out of patience, if she had any to start with.

Gwen and Ivan are not called on like naughty school children, but at least Ivan finds himself moving over to SIT any ways.

Danica: "Status report." She says curtly.

Briar: "Mm'fine. It ain't my blood."
Art winces and holds his hand behind his back.

Gladiola fights an amused look but offers Briar a cloth to wipe her face with

She takes it, swiping at her face... then looks at the cloth, and eats it. "Did you know if you rip someone's tongue out, they spray blood until they DIE?" Briar asks Danica, who... shakes her head and moves on.

"Gwen, is any of that blood Ivan's?"

Ivan wags his tail. If he has any wounds, they're minor, he's too well trained to hide it.

"Thanks to being a badass, some fine Silverwolf training, and help from Brair, my dog seems to be fine"

"Art's hurt."

"I'm sure it will be fine..." He says, but Danica is already marching over. "Show me."

"Uh." He gingerly extends out his arm, and the others can see that his wrist is clearly at a funny angle, hand dangling and a bit purple.

Danica exhales. "Gwen. Thistle. Come here."

"I'm fine. Art flew."