Enough

Fenrir snarled at the words of Mimir and shook his head. "Do not speak to me of my half brother and his conniving schemes. It is not I who shattered the fragile balance of the veil on his behest. He has escaped my mark of vengeance but you shall not. Arrogant whelps and shadows of ancient glory you will all bleed and die."

"Enough!" the voice of the Dagda filled the chamber causing the earth itself to tremble. He stood towering over them now with wrath filling his eyes.

"Fenrir these travellers are guests in my hall and under my protection. You will stay your blood lust or I will call the Wild Hunt forth and make you its prey. A fitting end..."

"You would not dare!" Fenrir wheeled on the Elder Fey his axe raised.

The Dagda did not flinch and the two met glare for glare as the moments slipped by. At last it was the wolf god who barked a sudden laugh and looked away.

"As you wish." he sheathed his axe. "They will keep."

"Good." was all the Dagda gave in reply as he lowered himself to his grand seat and called for food and wine to be served to the guests. At his gesture Fenrir took seat at his right side and strangely it was Erik who was ushered forward to sit upon his left side. Music began to filter through the trees as the feast began and slowly the tension began to ease as the threat of sudden violence diminished.