Met with a werewolf clan....

As Dirk and Eilwy made it to the clearing, Eliwy felt several threatening presences sneaking up. This field was filled with promising ingredients. Even a few common wildflowers such as Chamomile and Echinacea.

How do you think a dark enchantress prevented herself from getting ill? Villagers such as Dirk could bring all kinds of diseases, but a healthy immune system was all part of being a successful witch. Especially in these dark times. Dirk was being difficult as well, he refused to help, throwing signs of anger and resentment at her. The young man was getting too brash for her tastes, even as a mute. Eilwy was about to use her wand again on Dirk when -

"Enchantress, I should have known someone like you would cross into our territory. I smelled power." The low rumble of a voice growled behind her.

Eilwy turned to look at the towering beast. He had brown fur and orange glowing eyes. His face was furry and snout large, his nose had a scar on it, and was cut. His torso was human and had a twelve-pack of abs. His arms were strong and human, as his hands, the only thing beastly about them was the large claws and fur. Eilwy glanced down to see his swishing tail back and forth and the large cock he had with two large furry balls. It was growing with need.

Eilwy bit her tongue, trying not to smile out of amusement at this beast of a man, who was letting his needs known. She had him in the palm of her hand, whether he knew it or not yet. Best to keep a straight face and allow the sharade to continue.

"I too smelled your stench before you spoke, werewolf." Eilwy said, her voice low and powerful.

She noticed Dirk at her side whimpering silently, a dribble of liquid slowly made it's way damply through his pants down towards the tall grass. Eilwy rolled her eyes at the villager's anxiety. He was with the most powerful enchantress, and he was scared of a measly wolfman? Again she bit her tongue fighting against smiling at the amusement.

The wolfman stared at her as two others of his pack joined him. They were not as towering as him, nor as buff, but if they were human they would definitely still be stronger than any of the local villagers. The stench of rut-hungry wolves was palpable as Eilwy spoke.

"I need to make use of the herbs and flowers here, I will take nothing more. My servant here is here to help with the task."

"That's good and all. I doubted a bitch witch like you would have hunted on our lands." One wolfman said with grey fur. His teeth grinning at her.

" We were curious what a woman with such a powerful scent was doing here, especially during mating season." Another black-furred wolf said as he took a step forward. Eilwy could see his member growing to full mast as well.

"As Alpha Filtiarn, I demand a tribute made to the pack for use of our lands." The large brown-furred wolf spoke again, his voice deeper and meaning. A low growl could be heard from him as he looked at the other two, silencing them.

"Quite a demand," Eilwy said, ice in her voice.

"But an equal demand made to any who dare cross into our lands, witch." He said with equal fire in his voice. "Why should I treat an enchantress any differently?"

"And what sort of tribute would you demand? Cures? Potions? Magic?"

"Flesh." "Breeding" said the two lower wolves in unison. Filtiarn looked at them and both took a step back and lowered their heads. It was a quiet silence, but more menacing than the last.

"My pack desire woman. Our mating season has been unsuccessful so far."

"Not enough bitches in heat?" Eilwy asked coldly.

Filtiarn nodded. "Too many were hunted by the local villagers this past year. Too many vengeful for their children being killed and got themselves killed. We need numbers."

It appeared they were at a stand-off. Eilwy knew she could take down one of the wolves with ease. She had a bit of silver with her, but it wouldn't be enough to take three. And they weren't really that much of a threat, there were simple measures she could take to qualify their tribute if she thought carefully during this stand off....