#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Dusk, If this thing somehow has a diesase or poison I do not want to risk you" She says then sighs "Sniff, but don't touch"

She sniffs at it, as does Ivan. Both puzzled. Squirrel! Aren't those supposed to run and chatter? This one is No Fun.

"I know" She agrees, "Died while it was dreaming... that sounds spooky " SHe bites her lip . She's not sure whether to burn it, bury it, or give it to Briar

"You know what?" She says "I am overly cautious. But for once my over caution isn't stopping or harming anyone."

Gwen can tell from her Dairraen training, though perhaps she has neglected it a bit, that there doesn't seem to be signs of poison. Ingested would have caused spasms or convulsions, and no wounds for an injected one... she has worked with enough game to know that it looks like a perfectly normal corpse.

Dusk suddenly raises her head, and barks!

She is onto something!

She turns at that, squirel in one hand, spear in another

Dusk can't help it, she dashes off - but not far! A scurry in the brush, and... CHATTER CHATTER, CHEE CHEE! Up in the tree, an angry squirrel (and very much alive) barks down at the pup.

FOUND IT! THIS ONE WORKS! Dusk wags her tail furiously at Ivan!

Ivan snorts. HE is the Elder, and Wise, and was SURELY never so silly.

A look at Ivan, "Right. Remember nearly drowning trying to catch that Fish ?"

He gazes off down the path, Wise and Elder, Nope, not acknowledging that...

She feels him. Trolls got thier pride too

Dusk happily yaps at the squirrel.

She let's her do so for a bit, rather enjoying the puppy's antics

Whatever occurred here, in the light of the warm afternoon, any danger seems remote.

A lovely day... out in the woods. The woods. Wait, what day is it? A sudden worried feeling, but... no, she didn't miss it... but she has to pack. Her camping trip... that's TONIGHT?

She moves towards Briar's usual tannery Dogs with her.. then blinks "Holy shit"

All of the craziness with the trods had distracted her...

Luckily, it is early yet.

"Okay. " She drops the squirell off at Briar's usual spot for keeping things she's gonna skin. It's not poisoned, seems to have died from some chimera perhaps but won't spread a plague so.. well she hopes not, but time to hand it over. If Briar is there she says "I'm camping tonight. The Dogs are yours to watch please" If not, she just leaves it and goes. She's got to shower, she's got to prep her clothes and gear

Briar...

/roll coin

Is sitting outside the tanning shed, playing tug with a scrap of hide with Glass.

"Camping? Where? You taking that lug with you?" A glance at Ivan.

"Hey, a squirrel!" She accepts it, and sniffs at the corpse. "No claw marks. AIn't one of Blossom's."

"Briar, I think a chimera of some kind may have killed this Squirell. It doesn't seem poisoned or anything or diesaesed. SOmething 'buzzing' that killed it. I didn't see it, but I whispered the corpse. If it is a chimera it looks like a furless bat."

"Huh. Does it got rabies? Bats get rabies. Rabies is cool. They get all foamy and crazy and go mad!"

"I'll skin it off and throw the meat out by that fox den. If they get sick, we'll know it was poison! And if not, they get a meal. Foxes got better fur, anyways, so it's good to plump 'em up for hunting season."

"It's your call" She admits "You're the best hunter" A pause "Well, Blossom IS gaining on you"

"She WHAT?!"

HUFF!

Meanwhile her mind is racing, to take Ivan or not. She looks at her buddy. She does love that dog. ANd he loves her. But... they need the defenses... and

oh.. redcap offended.

"That sack of horsemeat on hooves ain't never got her own paws dirty! The HAWKS are the hunters! May as well say yer spear is the warrior!"

"I'm just saying, smug as she is, Blossom has been building up her speed and stamina to keep up with her hawks, and is really getting good at working iwth them at hunting. Though I do see your point about hands on hunting"

True, with her off camping, the Barony will be down a patrol.

"I'll see about that, we'll see who can bring in the most meat..."

Briar seems up to the challenge!

"She got a mormat in the garden the other night. "

"She ain't never taken down a BOAR.... Did I tell you how we gutted that boar?" Only THREE times, over dinner, until even Aiden looked a little green at the telling, and him a veteren hunter.

Gwen feels a bit of an unseelie flash of pleasure at egging this on, quietly. She shouldn't , then the threat of the boar story comes up "You did! Bad ass. YOu can tell me again when I get back. Good luck and good hunting. " A she looks at Ivan.

Ivan wags his tail.

He is a very Wise Fae Hound... oh, Dusk is hunting his tail.

"Ivan, you stay here, help protect the hold like always. They'll make sure you're fed." A look at Dusk "And yeah, Dusk needs your example"

He turns, rises a little, then PLOP, sits on the pup.

"Boof!" He borks in agreement. He will hold down the dusk... er, the fort.

Well, Fort's big enough to take care of himself . She laughs "That is NOT what I meant and you know it" She throws her arms about her dog and pets him, then parts "I have to make plans and get ready. Love you guys" And yes ,she means Briar too but hopefully the cap assume it's just the dogs