#rivervale_lodge

"I gotta get Flyswatter..."

"It can be mended. As can your wounds."

"Hang on. " Siv says, and stomps her foot twice, then jumps up with a hopscotch to get fly swatter loose to fall into Dagmar's hand

Brekke looks up and sees both the trap and the weapon, frowning.

"Mum, he may have put other traps in the woods. We need to search for more, don't you think?"

She grabs the polearm once it is in reach. "Thanks... and yeah, I'm sure he did. This is the first we found."

Tense, she nods. "Fine." She takes in the scene again, assessing the wounded.

“Can you walk, pretty Polly?” He asks the injured mastiff. The knife is picked up and slipped into a pocket whilst the others are distracted.

Minor bites on the dogs, save for the one with the misthrown knife in it's back that's breathing hard

(Belay that Again! He doesn’t touch the knife stuck in the puppy) ;)

Worried, she asks - "I didn't hurt them too bad, did I?"

"I think you bruised em... Freya, I hope they can be salvaged. I don't want to put them down"

"I mean their training, their minds"

"Hm." A frown at the blade, and she crouches down beside the mastiff. "Easy...I mean you no harm. Connor, there may be biting at the pain, be cautious." She rests her fingers carefully on the blade hilt, tracing a few runes over it and murmuring, "Reverse your journey, remove the trace of your passage, be as if you were no visitor here."

She repeats it in Norse, which has a more lyrical sound, and then draws out the blade in one smooth pull.

He rubs the head of the dog softly, whispering to her soothingly.

“She says you can keep the tooth if you take it out. Only please do.”

The wound on the fae mastiff heals, Brekke's nature realm is strong! The dog looks..confused. Where is the boot to the side for failure?

The other two mastiffs are giving low submissive signals to Edelwiess and Oak

He pats her softly, then looks to the other dogs, and if they are not threatening, attempts to coax them along with him with soft words and whistles... and, a pocket of dog biscuits. One with a bite out of it already...

These dogs do not look sure if they should eaat the cookie or Connor... they're clearly not used to kindness

Dagmar watches the body with a certain morbid fascination.

He takes another bite from the broken end, then gives Edie and Oak both a treat before coaxing the others once more.

That seems to be working.

Brekke scowls at the blade in her hand, and tucks it into her belt. "We must find the other traps. Connor, I don't know how clearly you are talking to them....can you ask them to lead us back over the path they took with their former master?"

He scratches his head, looking unsure, but then perks up. “Oh. I can do that. I know the way. My nose knows where the Rose grows, and where the guys goes.” Said nose twitches, and he remarks a little confusedly, “And I smell something that is NOT a Squirrel too.”

Siv nods "Weill do, Chieftain" She starts to look about

"If you are sure, Connor, lead the way."

She prods the unconscious man with her toe.

With Connor helping backtracking..well, the mastifss don't really heed HIM so much

Connor whispers to the dog he has christened Polly for a few moments, then he pops up to all fours. He sniffs at the ground for a moment, then nods to Brekke. “Pretty Polly can lead the way. If she will?” He gives puppy dog eyes to the dog he has just sweet talked via willow whisper. “Show us where the Man walked and where he stopped?”

But they do find the traps

Brekke goes to join Dagmar at the man's side. "Let me carry him." And she hauls the man up onto her shoulder. The body lolls limply.

Tail wags! Connor is happy that he is Helping. He DOES keep casting glances overhead... nose twitching as he tries to identify an elusive smell.

"...Okay..." She follows along, keeping her eyes open for other traps when the dogs indicate a likely spot.

"All this for a chimerical monkey .What does Snow KNOW that he wanted her back?" Siv says as they take the traps down

"Maybe he's just possessive...."

“A Monkey?!” He yelps, ears pricking, and starts pestering them about it. Does it wear a little scarf, or drink tea with its feet (as Symon did that one time...) or peel bananas with his tail...

"No, Snow is a She not a he, and white furred with green eyes..." Siv explains to him AND her mom about the encounter

Connor is near wriggling with glee at the idea of meeting a monkey. He does pause to give a stern, finger-waggling Talk to his new mastiff friends about how we do Not Bite Monkeys. Or Trolls.

Brekke listens. "And where is this monkey now?"

"We told him he needed to petition you if he wanted to go hunting for her on your turf." A pause. "At the Barn, with Jaymes."

"Good." Brekke nods.

He peers worriedly at Brekke. “They’re not going to be punished are they? With boots and whallops?”

"I will talk to them, Connor. Then I will decide whether they deserve punishment, but I will not be cruel."

"I don't think you can keep talking things as pets. If they talk, they aren't animals anymore, are they?"

“Okay.” He is quiet for a long moment, sneaking glances at the form over Brekke’s shoulder. “Sidhe Do it all the time. But they call them ‘vassals’.” Conversationally to Dagmar.

Siv gives Connor a LOOK, but then they keep going

"Another time" Brekke says. Perhaps meaning talking about Connor's statement.

As they clean things up and settle things for the night. She hs to take the Thallians's body to the Count and let him know of them in case there are more.