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The call, had not failed to reach the canine terror's ears, and despite himself he couldn't quite ignore it. He was a bit... disturbed at the moment, and his crystaline eyes showed this in their white rimmed nature. Hmm, something just hadn't felt right to the dog, not at all. Of course, this was all very new, so he didn't exactly have this event to base against something else.

Flicking his bushy tail out behind him, his paws brought him further into Beastia, and closer to the source of this call. There was no doubt about who had sent it, of course, and he remembered his last encounter with the 'Living Tree'. If it was one thing that would get him into trouble, it was refering to the guardian with such a name; but Pan had never really stuck to the dog's instictive mind. Lowering his muzzle to the ground slightly, he tested the scents to try and figure out just exactly where he was heading. Hmm, it didn't smell familar, but that did little to spook him. With a small shrug of his shoulders, Bauh'eim spotted a rather odd looking tree; with an even odder asortment of scents. One he recognised, a few he did not. Though the dog stopped in his tracks, remembered the conversation from before. This was the Living Tree's domain, not his own. So he would wait at a distance, not wanting to approach without some sort of word of okay. That didn't stop his head from quicking to the side though, and his lowering his haunches to the ground to sit. Now that he was here, he was starting to get comfortable once again, oddly, as he took in the sights.

Korriganes answered no call. For most the matter she did little with reason and most for nothing but whym. Being a vagrant wanderer, she had learnt it was better for her to keep moving. Never staying in place longer then it took for her to feel rested, then carrying on. She did not wish for some accidental confrontation to occur. Her dour expression remained unchanged most of the day, though now there was reason for it to change from it's perpetual sulk to one of wary curiosity. With tattered wings folded behind a equally tattered gown of nigh transparent material, she crept round a clump of tree's, letting her uncertain gaze linger on what seemed to be a gathering of the Beastians. One slender hand gripped the strap of her nearly empty shoulder travle bag tightly to belay the unease she felt spying about as she was. Wasn't that the guardian there of Bestia? When ever had there been a sociable moment for the denizines of Bestia? Never, she was sure in her thoughts. So this had to be a rare occurance indeed, something to be fule for her journals later perhaps?

"Good," Pan murmered, his eyes resting on Tyhana, "I was uncertain if you would... dare... come. But you did. I am pleased."

He left no room in his voice to imagine that he would be quite displeased if she - or others he knew of within his domain - had not appeared. After all, this was his forest. His domain. And on those rare occassions he had called he expected his followers and those that paid him due respect to show up.

Whatever dark god ruled over this world help them if they did not.

Pan shifted, his fingers ticking impatiently across the hilt of his dagger. There were still some lurking in the shadows and Pan mentally picked them out, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in their scents. Bestia was a solitary place and some would not enter the clearing until they knew more about the nature of this call.

And then there was this stranger... the foreigner. A scrawny thing from the faint glimpse he caught of her - only a second's worth - and he smelled her unease. It mingled with that of Lydia's. He was unconcerned. She could be dealt with seperately. The forest had not spoken of defilement and she did not reek of some other land. For now, he was content to let her alone.

"Greetings to those who have come," Pan intoned, this time his voice pitched to carry beyond the clearing and into the shadows beyond, "I know that for us, it is an unnatural thing to gather together. But I would not force you into such a position if it were not for a reason."

His voice and gaze dropped, the eyes narrowing into burning blue slits.

"Bestia dwindles. Humans forget what it means to fear the forest. This... thing-" and he gestured sharply at Lydia, who cringed, "-is a rarity among her own kind. They seal themselves away and forget the things that lurk beneath their cultured parks and what things were and what they should be. And the humans spawn their own fears which then play puppet-master to their very creators. They forget the forest and huddle in the city."

He paused.

"Operis grows stronger."

A smile twisted across his features.

"It's time we remind them of the forest. I speak of killing, creatures of the forest, of what we were born into. A world of blood where only the strong survive. And if you dare call yourselves creatures of my domain, or at the least ally, then step forwards and name yourself so I may know who would reclaim the City for the Forest."

It had been quite awhile since the dog had heard any form of voice in this hushed place. And though he brought Ropin into it often as his potential prey, she didn't dare speak out against him. He was her killer. Every night. Every time she was asleep. Their encounter always ended in her own blood. Though, his thoughts had been interrupted by the speaking of the 'Living Tree'. During this time, he had taken a seat yet closer from the invitation he had received earlier, only now he wasn't preoccupied with own thoughts.

Crystaline blue eyes kept watch of what was in front of him, and only when something interesting reached him did his ears perk in expectancy. Blood? Killing? He was giving permission to slaughter? The canine didn't have to ponder over this for very long, for as his realized this, a certain crack of the beginings of a cruel grin exposed the tips of his ivory fangs, while crystaline eyes showed white rimmed in glee. He may have only been a terror, but nothing had ever sounded more pleasing. For certain, with this new discovery, pan had his loyalty in the palm of his hand and tied by a very short rope.

Hesitation? There was no hesitation to the call to come forward, for the canine raised himself from his haunches and took a few more, percisely cautious steps, forward. "Bauh'eim would reclaim the city for the Forest." Grammar? Vocabulary? Such things were lost in the mind of the instinctive beast.

It was now, that he had the chance to pay attention to the scents around him, that he noticed there were several others lingering about. The thought of course, rolled off his shoulders without a second considering. He may have only been a terror, but his mind was set on a cruel slaughter.

Pan listened to Tyhana respectfully and then nodded gravely as she finished. He gestured, raising his hand up and the earth cracked at the movement, opening up beneath the Nightmare's body and water poured in until a fetid pool a couple feet deep formed in the clearing. The water was dark with swirling mud but it was a pool nonetheless. Pan then turned away, no longer interested in Tyhana or her requests.

Her questions, however, were something to be addressed.

"We raid," he said simply, "I do not think it prudent to launch an outright assault on the city... war is a thing of human design. We do not have that nature in us. We're creatures of shadows and that is how we'll fight."

"Hit and run."

The speaker startled even herself at her own voice. For a moment Lydia sat stunned and then turned pale, shrinking down in hopes that no one would notice that she had just interrupted the Guardian of Bestia. Pan's lips curled for a moment and he nodded, curtly.

"One way to phrase it," he said coldly, "We raid their outskirts. Split up into what groups you will or hunt singly. Stay on the fringe of the city and stay hidden, ambushing the city Nightmares and then slinking back into the shadows. Once the City takes notice I shall call you again and we retreat back into Bestia and see if they dare pursue."

He paused for a moment, watching Lydia in that moment. She still seemed a bit dazed that nothing had come of her speaking up just yet.

"This is a raid only and I do not know if it will go past that. It depends on whether there is retaliation and so I say in the days after this we must be constantly vigilant to intruders."

As if Pan had ever been anything but.

"I leave how best to hunt in your hands. But we leave at sundown and we travel fast so we reach the City while the night is still in our favor. Be at the outskirts of Bestia if you wish to come."

He stood, a signal that he was finished holding his court and that the Nightmares were free to come and go as they wished. But he turned to Lydia before anyone could approach him and spoke softly in her ear.

"Over in the trees to your right is a Nightmare that does not belong to Bestia. Go find out what it is."

Then he stepped away and into the clearing, waiting to see if any other Nightmares wanted his attention.

She had not yet looked back into the clearing. Still leaning where she was, her uncertain thoughts bounceds around in her skull. She could hear the voice of other Beastian's answering Pan, three voices now. Another must have arrived at the call of Pan and now was waiting to be caught up on things.

A hit and run tactic. Raiding the borders. It didn't seem like too promising a strategy for war. If anything it seemed like such a plan would be doomed to failure. Didn't it make weird sense though? This was Bestia, home of the creatures and beasts. Strategy and plans and seige and all those other techniques were the tools of civilization. That would be Operis' strength. Beastia...Beastia was a place wild and untamed and filled with chaos. It wouldn't conform to true stratagy, that would completely defeat the purpuse of the war.

So then...it made little sense for her to be troubled about where she should stand in all this. For a Wanderer she saw only one outcome. Needless bloodshed, ungainly confrontation. In short, a war no one would win. Korriganes lips twisted downwards at the obvious interest the Beastians seemed to be showing for the promise of bloodshed. Of course a Beastian would care more for the amount of blood spilt then for the actual odds of success. What did they care? Tree's would grow watered by rain or blood. Winds would blow either clear or choked. The war would rage and Operis would either tolerate the actions of the beastians, or form up a party and march into the heart of the woods to strike hard and true.

Wait...had she made up her mind despite her previous descion not to? Tilting her head, Korriganes began to worry a lock of her purple hair between her fingers. No...No she hadn't. She hadn't made up her mind what to do, but she had figured out it would be a poor war for the Beastians. They would lose, of that she was mostly, partly, almost sure. The odds just seemed against them, she couldn't imagin Beastians really pulling together for anything!

Well, no sweat off her brow! She wandered...her loyalty was to herself and she had no Guardian to answer to like these Beastians. Such was the freedom of her sort.

The gryphon was not shocked by how pan had acted. Infact he had half heartedly expected it. Pan was no push over for sure. The gryphon was not about to argue with such a powerful demon. He gave as good of a smile as he could givin the fact that he had a beak.

"Lord Pan," He said with full hearted respect, "My mistake to doubt you as a leader" The gryphon bowed his head out of respect this time. "Its good to know you have a spine."

The gryphon's attention was transfered to Pan's human. Her words, another nightmare? Now that he was more awake he could feel it too. The others seemed to all feel it since it seemed the attention of the masses had been diverted to that one tree. The gryphons eyes went back to the girl. Studing her, she had good since of feeling to beable to tell another nightmares pressence. He expected nothing less from a guardians human.

He turned his head back to the tree studying it. Not sure if he should go see what was there or not. What ever it was it was already doomed. It had no chance against the nightmares that were already gathered. Aroon felt pitty for it.