#dreaming

She's already behind on catching up to Gwen...

She races along and for a moment, it feels as if all stood still.... (And someone forgot to check the channel, sorry) and then she hears the familar sound of dogs sniffing, howling, on the hunt

She squints, looking ahead.

She sees them, white dogs, red ears, and yet some unnatural glow about them. Arawn's hounds

and they sniff about...

She puts her hand around the orpheus stone.

And it's wise she grabs it. A dozen dogs approach, circling her, and Citrine!

And a voice says "Whoever you are, you've come too close. Turn around, dissmiss the wisp. Or I'll have the master's dogs tear you apart"

Does she recognize the voice?

Not at all. But as she looks for the source, she can see a runty figure, hunched, in hunting garb

"Sorry, I'm hunting for something myself."

"I understand" he snaps his fingers, "Kill her"

and the dogs charge towards her1

Thistle brings out the stone.

And it sings...

the dogs which had fangs bared slow, then stumble, then... one by one, sleep to the echo of a lyre musician of legend

The ruty figure gasps "the dogs? She's taken out the dogs.. run away, run away" And.. runs!

His back literally turning bright yellow!

"Yeah, big man there..." She mutters to herself. The wisp?

Still straining to go! But waiting for her

She goes!

racing along through the more Welsh like terrain, at least she thinks it's more Welsh like? Not like she's been...

(Int plus survival)

/roll 4

She's not a wilderness type, but she's learned some basics. And knows to avoid the mushier muddier ground that might suck her down or make too much noise . the light surely gives her away, but no need to get caught in a tar pit equivilent