#baronyofthesilverwolf

Glass trots along eagerly, and at one point not too far from the main manor, veers off the trail into the brush!

A little purple Never rides atop the Dame's head, perched as though nobility riding in a sedan chair.

She follows the dog. This is not her strong point

A flurry of excited barking as a nest of squirrels erupts and dashes up a tree, the largest one - momma? Shrieking insults in Rodent down at the interlopers.

Glass wags her tail excitedly and looks up at Lavender with her tongue lolling out. This is fun!

"No.. shoot. Slightly bigger, ground based?"

Glass's floppy forehead wrinkles, and she sniffs again at the provided tuft of fur.

Her nose to the ground, and then she sits down, with a sad sounded. "Awooo-wooo."

It seems that she can't get the scent from here. Maybe too far away from where the poacher was caught?

She heads towards not the stable but the area or direction she thinks the Baron came to the stable from... "Sorry this is Gwen's gig , let's try here huh?"

They end up traveling aways - Lavender may well regret not taking that snack Marigold offered. Then again, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the furry hips!

Passing out of the main grounds that surround the barony, and into the woodlands that have a clear sign around them that states 'PRIVATE PROPERTY' - though the Knight knows these are her lord's lands.

Following a horse trail at first, then a more primitive sort that is overrun with brush, they make their way to... ah, here's a clue. A bloody splotch on the grass, and nearby, an abandoned hunter's setup, half trampled.

Glass plonks her behind near the kill spot and gives a belling 'AwoooOooOooo!' She has found her quarry!

Birds scatter at the sound!

SHe pets the dog "Yeah, I guess you did get me closer. Let's see if satyr eyes can do the rest" She looks about

"Let's see, doubt there are any clues where the fawns got dropped off... hunter wouldn't know likely" She looks for prints of the mother before hand

The midsummer day is warm and soon Lavender has worked up a sweat. It's tough work, she's not a hunter herself, and looking for the tracks of one deer in this woodland is difficult at best.

Glass gambols along gamely, then suddenly pauses, her ears going UP. She stares into a nearby thicket.

However, Lavender hears brush crackling off to the OTHER side of the path. Something bigger than a squirrel this time.

"Oh shit monkeys" She wipes at her brow and realizes one might be a predator. Hand on hilt, she decides to check the thicket. If there's a predator making the brush crackling, then her first job would be to defend the fawns. Right? Knighthood involves a lot more wild life than she expected!

The sound that comes from the forest behind her is like nothing she's heard before! An ear-splitting growl/roar that reverberates and echoes! It isn't a wolf, or any predator she's familiar with - but it sounds ANGRY.

Glass, no guardian mountain dog or fighting breed, tucks her tail and runs!

"Son of a ..." Yup. Fae hounds are smart

Is there anything in the thicket though?

She'd need a little time to search through the dense brush... Perc + Alertness diff 5 if she ignores the sound and takes her time, or diff 8 for a quick glance if she chooses to search.

Well, this is a conundrum. She takes her time

ignoring the sound for now..

half way expecting to be torn apart from behind, but frankly this has become a challenge and she doesn't like being foiled. Some of the Ailil must be rubbing off

Her instinct in this case was correct - on both counts. As she searches, she moves aside a thorny blackberry bramble to see the back of a curled fawn, the mottled pattern on her fur blending perfectly into the light and shadow that filters through the leaf canopy.

However, from behind her, a large form crashes down onto her! She may try to block (Dex + Brawl) or dodge (dex + athletics), at a disadvantage! (diff 😎

"Hey little one, I'm a fr..." Then the large form "SHIT!"

She finds herself being born down on by a large and ANGRY chimerical beast, covered in shaggy white fur. Her chain shirt deflects the antlers from skewering right through her, but she is still thrown back by the force of the impact - looking up to see a white stag, larger than deer normally get in these parts, his antlers gleaming with silvery light. He would look magnificent and awe-inspiring, though with his eyes rolling in anger and mouth flecked with foam as it gives another grunt-roar, it might inspire other feelings at the moment.

She's thrown back and stays back. "Horn to horn, hoof to hoof. Daughter of Pan to Son Of Herne. Let us talk, you and I, and see what we might yet learn!"

Willow whisper won't save her from a beat down but she might be able to gleann how to survive this

A cloven hoof thrashes at the ground, kicking up a deep rut of dirt, but when she stays down, he does not press the attack, standing over the thicket, head lowered protectively and antlers pointed towards Dee.

The cantrip washes over him, and the chimerical stag raises his head slightly, making eye contact.

He is still tense, and not in a friendly posture, but it seems he is listening.

She lays there ,and tries to think of the right question as she makes eye contact. But what question might prove her innocence and earn trust? She tries one "Will you let me save the fawns from starvation now that their mother's killer is dealt with?"

It is hard to remember to whisper, not to blurt it out, but she does manage

A snort, and shake of the massive head as he considers. Lowering, he snuffles at the thicket, but the fawn doesn't react to his touch, too young to ken his nature.

He lifts his head to consider Delorean, and replies in a whispered voice that sounds like wind through the trees, "The forest is cruel, yet just. Though there was no justice in the Son of man took my mate for sport. If he is gone, the forest rejoices. Yet these two will perish without her." Yes, Dee can just barely see two curved forms under the brush, though mostly hidden by the branches and the Stag chimera.

She wants to hold a conversation, but that's not whispers are for, "Will you let me move them to safety where they will be cared for?"

She wasn't sure there was a yes or no in the last answer so she tries a shorter version

His nostrils flare as he inhales her scent. "You smell of hounds and hunters, though it is not the season for my Death." A pause, as he considers, then his head lowers in an approximation of a nod. " Alas, I cannot protect them from mortal threats. Yes." At last, an answer, though the Stag seems to tend towards eloquence.

Reminds me a little of the boss . Her last question, "If he has not already taken action, what would you have my liege do with their mother's killer?"

Another bellow/snort roar, and he tosses his head. In a fierce whisper, "Rend beneath hooves and antlers until even his meat is turned to dust."

"I shall inform my liege of your preferences" No question that, she is sure the spell has worn off. Cautiously, body aching from the bruising (And it would have been worse than that if not for the chain shirt) She moves to the fawns, letting them get her scent

A warning snort, just letting her know that he's still watching, as the stag steps back, delicately moving away to one side.

She knows how to handle foals, and puppies. These are not they, but she knows tenderness

The fawns, for there are two of them, are curled up and silent, as their instincts order. Though as they are gently examined, ears prick, and one tries to suckle at her fingers.

"Oh you're both so ..darn cute" She leads them, gently "Come on"

With a little urging they are on their feet, nimble though young, and nuzzling at her, looking for food.

The white fawn is true white, not an albino, with the faint markings of pale spots on her back. A healthy pair of fawns, both female.

Now she wishes she did have food for them. "Let's lead you around away from the kennels area. Glass shoulld be home by now"

When she looks up, the Stag has gone, and birds have resumed chirping in the trees.