#bergen_county

and follows them, muttering about how little it cares!

Star's ears swiveled to show her amusement to Dagmar alone

The water tower draws near, with scraggly winter trees barely masking the rising hills.

There's a fair mix of pine, so it isn't entirely barren.

And there is the near vertical rocky side of a hill too, one only a cat or a goat could climb with confidence

"Well, Star, looks like we're north of the pack's roaming. You can relax now, girl."

Speaking of goats, there are chimerical bits of fluff, in goat shape, probably doomed to fade. They came into being when the 'G.O.A.T.' meme got over done at the school. They're so dumb they make Mic look like Einstien

Probably tasty, though.

Star 'relaxes' though she was never worried of course

The Winter Lynx snorts "Those idiots? Take away their wings and they have..." And feline eyes widen with interst on the stupid fluff chimera " ... oh hey now, what's this?"

"Hm, this? The Crags."

"The..crags" The feline moves past them, and winds through the pines

The Winter Lynx licks chops at the sight of the coats again, but also appraises the area for climability, stealth ambush locales, and more.

Now it seems the troll sees the lynx, watching her with an assessing gaze.

A moment of preening, just a moment, and then the Winter Lynx looks about one more time, but a slower more encompassing view , "You know what? I just made a discovery!"

Star makes equine motions with her ears that indicate 'Oh, this should be good'

"Oh?"

"Yes." She assures, as if it is obvious "I found this fine hunting ground area! FAR better than those silly woods with those mangy chicken dogs," A sniff and she cleans her paw a moment then says "I think I'll call it.. oh, I know... Frostpurr's Crags! Isn't that delightful? Yes...I'm sure you're impressed by my discovery."

"Frostpurr's Crags? That's a good bardic name,"

"Well, my full name is Nehzh , queen of ice doom destiny, Flurrypelt Frostpurr the first"

"But I normally shorten it for the purpose of the short attention span of other... ooo that one is tasty looking" A particularly plump goat catches her attention

She turns her head, chin pointing at the school. "There will be children nearby. Young dreams. Not always long lived, too weak to last long in the wild. But the Dreamers..."

"Well, if they're not enchanted it's not like they can interact in the REAL world anyway? " Clearly the autumn world is fake.

"We won't allow any threats to our Dreamers to stay here."

For a moment, troll and cat lock eyes. Cats always win staredowns, but at the same time, this chimera is intelligent, and so she says "Agreed. If I find any creature preying on them and I can claw said interlopers I will. Dreamers sometimes dream up lovely prey after all. If I cannot hurt the interlopers who would hurt the Dreamers, I trust you'd listen to my orders to dispose of such nasty intruders?"

She nods. "And those who defend us are defended in turn. Rivervale doesn't take kindly to poachers."

"Poachers" Frostpurr sneers as only a member of the cat family can sneer "Yes, they'd want my coat, it's gorgous and they're usually so ugly. Furless losers the lot of them. We have an accord. " She licks her paw again "You may take ONE goat with you if you wish. I will hunt another soon"

A small smile. "Very generous, but I had a big dinner. Thank you, Lady Frostpurr."

One goat headbutts a pine because its branches look kind of horn like.

SNORT.

"You're welcome and.. how should I call you again?"

Frostpurr observes the stupid goat headbutting nature "Probably going to cull and eat that one before it breeds" Clearly she's offering a service to the dreaming

"My name is Dagmar, called Hammerstrike. Knight of Gwydion, and Bolt of the Storm."

"I'm amazed that one isn't somehow orange."

(Frostpurr is clearly intelligent, for what is further from orange than blue?)

"Fine titles given you aren't a feline I'm sure." A amused tail swish at the orange comment "You won't find any orange Winter Lynxes I ASSURE you"

"I'm afraid that no, I am no cat. I am, I think, owned by at least two."

One goat has ceased thinking entirely, and fades back to the dreaming as raw dream stuff hopefully to be brought back to more worthy creations. It is an irony that these ephemera brought by the 'greatest of all TIME' meme rarely last long

"Well, I shan't tell your owners of your rudeness earlier" A favor granted by Frostpurr "As your training did kick on once we finally did converse." She licks again, this time at the wound the skywolf gave her

had dagmar not interfered, the wounds on both sides would have been worse, possibly even a chimerical death. It is part of nature, life and death, but this was a better way particularly if the lodge now has a pair of feline eyes in the Crags

"Mm."

The wound may slow her down, but then, stupid as the goats are, she'll have no trouble eating and healing in time

Finally, Frostpurr looks up again from her self tending "Will you come here often to pay... tribute to me?"

"I patrol, though I am leaving on a trip soon. There are others that may come through."

"Oh, is a Gwydion hold nearby?"

She IS new to the area after all

Yet seems familiar with the houses or at least some of them.

She shakes her head. "Once. The last Chief was Gwydion. Chief Kerri does not have a house. It is a Lodge."

"There's a smaller hold, Goldfinch." A brief grin. "That mews is already claimed by a cat."

"A lodge, trolls are reasonable. They oft appreciate the wilderness. I wondered why this patch was so wild, relatively speaking. You may tell your chief I approve of their policy and they should continue" At the good news that a cat has claimed the smaller hold, "Good. A hearth without a cat is just a sad place imporperly managed" Clearly 'hearth' in this case was not the troll title "You are going north? I have more kin there depending on where you are going."