Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230040533

The skinwalker the color of soil, apparently Bjerlmir, snarled and stepped forward, his jaws inches from Daithi's throat. The witch laughed. "They are not fond of being called 'dogs', elf. It would do you well to remember that," she said, then whistled a short tune. Bjerlmir backed down but still eyed Daithi hungrily, like he might just devour him anyway. Remus and Bjerlmir stepped back and stopped circling, still growling softly.

"Why have you come to see Hircine? He does not appreciate strangers dropping in on his faithful coven, and you are not exception to the rule, even if one of his Children stands amongst your ranks," she explained with a short guesture to Makoru. "Now. Tell me why you have come to our coven, and perhaps you shall yet survive tonight," she commanded, this time keeping her sharp gaze on Daithi.