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Leena Silton // Lyra Silvertongue (thelittleliar) wrote in expresslogs,

Finally, he was getting somewhere with the wolf. He squeaked back, tiny, non-threatening.

Then, everything happened quickly; the Huntsman spoke - the Huntsman had heard him, which was incredibly unusual, and he seemed to think something was wrong with her - the wolf seemed to grow to twice her size on alert, and there were hands picking him up, holding him tightly, Lyra's hands, and he twisted to her ear, whispered frantically, "He can hear me, and she's not an animal or daemon."

The second the Huntsman stood, Lyra was through the door, her hands finding Pan quickly. His whispers concerned her, and while she'd never been afraid of the Huntsman or his wolf before, Pan's revelation had her on edge.

"I'm fine," she said breathlessly, her heart still racing. "He just wanted to meet your wolf, and make a friend, is all." Which was a lie, and how was she going to explain a talking pine marten? Normal people didn't hear daemons speaking - either he had a daemon wolf, or he had magic the witches knew not of.

The truth - the idea of it being something that wasn't those two at all, wasn't even conceivable to her.