#baronyofthesilverwolf

Dee Loriean aka Lavender races along the grounds on horseback with a smile on her face.

She carries a bucket in her hand... a bucket of Chicken!

That's right, the best fried chicken ever, don't tell Marigold, and it's all hers!

From whence did this Fowl come from? The Knight does not tell!

But it is delicious!

A howl sets up in the distance, fierce and wild. A dog, a wolf perhaps, or something more primal, more savage, and most certainly on her scent.

Another wild cry answers, closer this time, and then another, until the grounds seem to echo with the sounds of a pack gathering for the hunt.

Somewhere beyond the trees, something crashes through the underbrush, followed by the unmistakable sound of paws? Feet? It's not hooves, she can tell as much... pounding against the earth. Whatever is out there, it has caught the scent, and it is coming closer.

The snarling and crashing grows louder, more urgent, as though the hunters have found their quarry and have no intention of letting it escape.

"Damn it, Gladiola, if that's your dogs you need to get a grip on em, this is mine!" SHe piccks up the pace. What if it isn't them but some other competition?

The underbrush rustles, and Briar pops out with a feral cry, nearly spooking Dee's horse, though she veers well clear of any stray hooves.

Glass lumbers out after her, nose twitching eagerly at the scent. Briar throws her head back and shrieks, "ORIGINAL RECIPE!" Glass gives a hearty bay in full agreement.

Lavender pulls her horse back as her mighty steed nearly spooks, and says "Briar, NO, no... this is mine. You know what I had to go through to get these?"

Her slavering expression looks dubious as she runs an arm across her mouth to clear the drool. "Don't know, don't care. You gotta pay the cap tax."

Glass makes a mournful WHUFF. "And a tender for the pup." Briar amends.

Dee's horse wheels slightly, her hooves clattering nervously. Briar is known to her, but KNOWING a feral beast is one thing, being OKAY with one is another.

The secret herbs and spices (And perhaps a little MSG) , the golden cooked skin fried to heart stopping perfection, and the sweet savor of mass slaughter. Really HOW could any Cap resist?

Dee knows well that she can easily outrun both Briar and Glass if she chooses. Though, lose them? Briar yes, but Glass on the scent...

"Wait, how'd you know about the tenders?" Dee blinks. Just how good IS this monster at sniffing out this stuff, or maybe the Dog told her somehow.

A scoff. "You'd have to be a MONSTER to skip the tendies."

"That's true," She has to cop to that.

Briar circles around, an instinctive motion, perhaps unaware of how unnerving she may seem. Or, perhaps very aware and using that fact.

Damn, it is too close to Samhain to feel generous, but also too close for Redcaps to be ignored, "FINE, Fine. YOU get a Drumstick, Glass gets a Tender. Just one each and I pass without a fuss. Fair?"

But there are wings in there too, and some with Bison's aren't extinct no more so it's okay sauce.

Briar considers, then in a wheedling tone, "Did you get biscuits?"

A side glance, "Just the flaky hot soft kind. You'd probably hate it."

"Awwww DEE!" Briar stomps in a circle now. "You KNOW I love biscuits! With HONEY and BUDDAH!"

A pause, then realization, "Fuck. I should have gotten honey to go with the butter."

"I'll go get some! But you gotta PROMISE you won't run off and eat them all."

A dangerous glint, but it's warring with hope, and a little worry, as though too many such promises have been broken.

Mmmph, "Okay. One drum stick, one biscuit ,and a tender for the pooch, but you bring honey for us both."

She's tempted to lie about it, but she's got to live with this monster and Glass can track for miles

A bright smile that almost looks cheerful and not feral. "DEAL!" Briar races off, and soon returns - does she have condiments stashed in hoards and caches all over the grounds? With a somewhat sticky but perfectly edible looking plastic bear filled with amber golden goodness.

"You stayed!" Briar looks a little surprised. "Blossom always says "No, we're not making cookies now, we'll tell you when we are, and then when I come back they're already baked and gone." An expression that is half affronted and half hurt. "NOT THAT I CARE."

Did the Satyr eat a drumstick FAST while the Redcap was gone? yes, but there's still plenty and she wanted to make sure to get something in case the deal got altered further in a Vader Cap way.

"Blossom's a pain in the pucker hole," She offers the agreed upon items to Briar.

Briar hands the honey over and if she fidgets a bit in eagerness, she does not, in her credit, grab.

"And Marigold thinks I don't know when she saves special treats for others. But I do. The nose knows. I know I might lose track and eat too many sometimes, but it's not like I MEAN to."

Briar blinks, realizing that she's coming awfully close to being sensitive and sharing and growls. "Next time I'll just eat all the flour raw and see how they like it, see if I don't."

And a real belly laugh as "pucker hole".

The satyress applies a bit of honey, just a little goes a long way for her, but what a difference, "Ah, don't let it get to you, Briar. Do I wish I snuck past you so I could keep this all to myself? YEah, but that's kind of the point. I'm not a redcap and 'I' had a geniune Glutton Moment. With you, it's part of your damned dream. It would be like being angry at Bluebell for fibbing."

"Yeah, but Bluebell is cute and shit and she can wiggle her... Nose at people and get away with murder." A gripe, as she takes a mometn to SNIFF the drumstick and really savor the smell before taking a bite, the crisp skin crackling in that way that only the really deadly trans fats make it.

"Hey, I wiggle my ... nose now and then too. When your ... nose develops and you hit wilder hood you might see a few advantages eventually too," She says "Though they come with hassles sometimes too." Come to think of it, it makes sense that a Redcap gal might have an easier time enforcing a 'no means no' as she can remove pokey digits with a bite, the satyr realizes.

Her own blunt, puggish nose wrinkles a bit. "The only one I want sniffin' around me is Glass." She declares, taking a bite of the drumstick that crunches, unnaturely this time as she goes straight through the bone.

"Boys are STUPID and I'm ugly anyways." This, matter of factly. "Which I don't mind, because if I had a pretty face and a stupid grin and big old bazoongas, well, "She ticks off fingers, "I'd be off balance when running, and I'd have to punch boys in their dumb faces. I'm glad no one makes dumb moonie faces at me like Julius does at Bluebell, or Lord Dragon at his Lady, or Art when he's looking at his books, or his notes, or Thistle when he thinks no one notices." a SNORT.

"Running with Bazonongas can be a challenge," She admits, though she's hardly the most buxom of gals, and then actually grins at the litany of romances going on, "Yeah, goes the other way too though, Thistle's cheek spirals light up like a Yule decoration around Art. "

"It's so stupid." She agrees, licking her fingers clean and then starting on the biscuit.

"If you eat 'em slow, it feels like you're getting more. " Briar says, in the manner of one imparting wisdom.

"Noted," She chomps on her own food, "Honestly, don't tell Marigold about these. She says they're unhealthy and the last time she saw me with them she gave this look like I was some poor refugee from a culinary cultural wasteland."

"Marigold's buns are good, but they're too fancy. I mean, don't tell her I said that, I don't want her to STOP making them, but they're nice little bites that just melt on the tongue and are GONE, and these are HEAVY and full of fat and stick with ya."

Briar does not share her biscuit with Glass, but she DOES let the dog lick the butter and crumbs from her hands.

"Oh her chicken is great too, but I really do love this unhealthy fried stuff," Munch "Tastes of reckless living. Mmm"

When every scrap is gone, Briar stretches to her feet. "Thanks..." she says, but then has to temper it with, "For not making me run you down like a deer." Grin.

"You're welcome, you sharp toothed Brigand," She then offers up a chicken wing, "Take this for the road, for I'm filling up faster than I thought I would."

She's pretty sure Brigand will be taken as a compliment.

"Not just a tax, highway robbery!" A chortle, Dee hit the right mark. "Avast, yee! Or is that pirates? Either way, gimme gimme."