#dreaming

Lovecraft pads silently along the silver. She has a goal in mind, but perhaps not a clear path. While a cat is an independent beast (who needs no man!) and clearly she would be able to handle herself QUITE well, there is prudence in precaution at times, and she has brought an enforcer with her. Not one of the Fae hounds, for they are too smug and bossy - thinking themselves as good as SHE! Clearly disillusioned, the overgrown half-fae beasts.

Hrrmph. No, Lovecraft needed to make do.

"Hssst!" She hisses for what feels like the 100th time already this hour. Turning she pads back and gives Brown Dog a THWAP on the nose (soft pawed for now) as the Enchanted pooch watches a squirrel frolic just off the Silver path.

"Follow!" She commands, and onward they trek.

Brown Dog wags, oh boy, a walk!

Onward they go. Lovecraft disdains the idea of a map, but follows her keen senses. At each crossroads, at every turn, she heads... North.

Failing cardinal directions in the swirls of the dreaming, she heads towards Cold.

Brown dog barks at passing Chimera and seems to need reminded to stay on the silver. He's not a fae hound after all

Lovecraft herds him on. Curses about those who complain about "herding cats"...

Brown Dog has had some obedience training, unlike cats, dogs NEED that. His derpy but lovable ass gets back on track. He DOES have a good sense of smell and ears though so at least he acts as an extra alarm.

He grows excited as he smells wifts of trolls he knows. DAGMAR! DAGMAR IS THE BEST!! SO IS TOVE!! AND JAYMES! AND CJs! SO MANY ARE THE BESST! Sniff sniff But Dagmar has been in the Dreaming! WAG WAAG

A hiss and she redirects him. We are not seeking our people. We have other goals.

BUT... he LOVES Dagmar . A canine huff and he follows Lovecraft. Cats are so cranky.

Lovecraft sneezes, a shiver rippling through her fur that has nothing to do with the increasing cold along her path. Are those snowflakes? She picks up the pace.

Brown Dog is used to the snow, he likes it. He trails it into the Barn so his people can share even when they hide from it!

The paths are relatively safe so far, but there are threats hoping to get onto the silver, somehow

Lovecraft continues onward, through the increasing cold as she heads towards the land of a Specific Dream. One that is VERY powerful this time of year.

Brown Dog ambles next to her, his own body putting out more heat. He's not as big as Echo or Edie, but he's larger than two bit

If she walks a bit closer to the Brown Beast of Burden, it is only by chance.

Of course!

Both are tempted by things off the trod. The scent of beef, the smell of a fresh kill

Lovecraft catches herself paused, her rump wiggling, at something small darting by just out of reach.

Ahem. No, she was just LOOKING, thankyouverymuch

Brown Dog noses her rump to keep her moving then smiles good naturedly

Haunted things of halloween flare seem to be getting less

He gets a needled paw swipe JUST shy of his nose. She missed, it seems. Maybe not the next time!

Is that Turkey she smells? She keeps an EYE on Brown Dog.

Brown Dog whimpers and licks his chops at this latest scent

Lovecraft picks up the pace, darting down the path. Her tail lashes as if to say, Chase me!

Brown Dog does, more snow flakes fly bigger and faster, some leaves linger on the side of the trod and they find themselves racing racing...

Whoosh!

As they move along the silver, they make good time. Brown Dog is not the smartest dog, nor the fastest, and not the strongest, why others might even have better sniffers, but boy howdy he's still got energy. He may even outlast Lovecraft.. or maybe she'll just want to stop running as she 'won' sometime ago

She does slow eventually, once they pass the danger of Thanksgiving Aroma. The shadowcat gazes around, reorienting to ensure they are on the right track.

They are in winter woods, but far from safe, as both dog and cat hear voices

Lovecraft fades to a shadow... into Brown Dog's shadow, in fact.

Only her glowing eyes give her away, and these narrowed to the barest slits.

Brown Dog who never met an enemy in his life, ambles towards the voice

And Lovecraft is drawn along!

There are other dogs at the widening of the silver trail. Sleek red and white hunting hounds of a breed they do not know.

And a lady dressed in green, a sidhe, oh she's fair and lovely... and setting up ugly spikey traps "Now boys, do not eat the target. That is FOR ME. "

Brown Dog feels bristling from within his shadow. Hiss spit!

Brown Dog walks up to the hunting dog in the back.

Trolls are not the only ones who have near silent communications when they will. Dogs have used body language and positioning for centuries

'Hello fellow Dawg. I am brown dog'

"Hello, Fellow Dog. I am Keenchase. '

"Hi Keen chase. Whatcha doing?'

'Hunting the flying deer'

'Oh? Why?'

'Not sure why, our mistress wants us to bring it down so she can eat it I think'

'DO you get to eat some too?'

Keenchase 's tails droops "No, it is for her. '

"oh" Brown Dog's own tail goes down. Humans not sharing is a very sad thing

"I Will feed you all fine steaks after" The woman goes on "But once I eat Comet, and in the ritual, it should slow my House's curse. I may go over five years without aging. Those Deer ARE immortal"