Xaviers!

Tereza prowls forward, sniffing at the offered hand. The wolf craves this kind of tacit approval and the woman is rattled enough to lose the argument for the moment.

While Cailleach is distracted, Sam quietly starts probing to try to find her link to Tereza or Viv again.

Vivienne moved into the cave mouth, her hand sliding along the inside wall, searching for something, as she watched Sam and Tereza. Something was off, she needed more time, needed to think, needed to learn about the fire clawing up her leg, but first needed to help Tereza.

"Keep her attention, love. I will set wards. We can confine her within until she calms."

"She'll be brought to heel, won't you?" Cailleach says with a strange tone that wavers between domineering and the way one might talk to an adorable dog, hand reaching out to grab Tereza by the scruff. Not harsh enough to restrain but as an affectionate show of dominance.

Sam continues to worm her way into the link, letting out barely a whisper.

My wolf... do not trust the one wearing my face...

The wolf's body relaxes a little in Sam's hand, but her eyes get a confused look as if she's trying to sort through some thoughts.

"To heel...?" She growls as her hand closes around a hidden dagger. Suddenly she darts forward, shoving herself between the wolf and the raven.

"We are not her lap dogs. We are her wolves."

"Are you mad? I'm trying to calm her! Now is not the time for jealousy!"

"If I die by her tooth and claw so be it. I am Vivienne Chinn Oir and tonight and every night hereafter I am the Morrigan's wolf and her blade." She slashed out at Sam's hand with the dagger.

Tereza ducks out of the way, scrabbling sideways as she looks back and forth between the two women, completely confused.

She withdraws her hand just in time to avoid the slash of the blade.

"Then act like it!" she hisses.

Something clicks in Tereza and she forces herself between the two women, though it's distinctly unclear who she's defending from whom at the moment.

Sam continues to whisper through the link.

My... wolves? Yes, you are my wolves. You are a pack. This is my body, and this is my face, but it has been usurped... Do not be afraid. Hurt me, if you need to...

"You do not command us. You are not our Lady." She clenched her free fist and a dagger of flame came into being. She stuck out with the flat of the flame blade aiming for the outside of Sam's shoulder.

"No..." she admits, letting the blade hit her shoulder and even leaning in to it as feathers shrivel up and her skin burns. Through teeth gritting at the pain she adds "But I have your lady. Right here with me." as she grabs Vivienne's wrist and forces the flaming blade to remain where it is.

Tereza glances between the two women, grappled together. Finally her wolf and her human brain come into some sort of alignment and she stands upright and tries to slam the two women's heads together.

For all her bluster and delusions, mental powers and control of her body, right now she's just a young woman and when her head slams into Vivienne's all fight goes out of her and the shadows placed over their perception slides off reality. Cailleach's hands grasp at Vivienne to try and hold herself up even as her eyes unfocus and she mumbles as she crumples to the ground, an almost musical lilt to her fading voice. "If I could hear what words don't tell, from way down in the wishing well, then reality would turn into illusion... Phantom Queen... Phantom Queen..."