As Fenn stretched and gathered himself up -- wondering if maybe he could take one of those soft blankets with him when he left -- Banrion unlatched the pen she stood by. She whispered something comforting inside and swung open the door.

“Wuff!”

Out of the door rushed a black-furred blur. It leapt forward to tackle Fenn to the ground. He gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. A warm, soppy tongue slathered his forehead in drool. Ick! Daugi! The wolf whined as he wiped off his face and reached up to hug her around her neck. It was a relief to see her safe.

“Mmm, so this is your beast? She is a lovely creature.” Banrion crouched by the direwolf, hopefully holding out a scaled hand to her. “Ta tu ag an Cu Dorcha?” The direwolf gave a deep growl of mistrust in return and shrank away from the reaching Fae. “No, I suppose not.”

Finally, Fenn foisted Daugi off of him and sat up. The wolf rested her head on top of his protectively, eying Banrion uncertainly. LEAVE NOW?

“Yes. Where do you want to go? There are many ways which one may enter or leave Sidhe by. One is the entrance in our mountains, where you came from. Another leads to the Althanian domain of the Sleepless court, and another to that of the Frostbitten,” Banrion noted wryly. “Several to the south, reach into into a humid, snowless forest much like that which you showed me in your dreams.”

FOREST. GO HOME, Fenn answered immediately in the dirt.

The Chancellor dipped her heads and glided over to the pen of the serpent Pryderi. “Then south we ride.”