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Does anyone else think there's some kinda bug going around? Somebody's gotta contain that shit.

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[That's what you get for posting right at sunset, Newendyke. Not long after there's a tawny sandy kind of orange wolf (no regrets) snuffling through town.]

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[Hey now, old dog, chill out a bit. Freddy gives Eames' rump a bump too just because, on the not so gimpy side. Whatever happened last night seems like it never happened at all or this is calling a truce, a truce to go take down a cow. Freddy rubs against Stephen as he passes by, he doesn't even need to know the guy's name to hang out and trot along.]

[ Following after them both, he catches up to the other side of Stephen, lapping at his muzzle once before he moves to take the lead of the pack, raising his nose to the air to catch any errant scents. Whether or not they'll be able to catch anything of worth is a dubious aspect to living in the City - maybe Xanadu might be worth checking out. ]

[Stephen is more than happy to let Eames take the lead. It leaves him more time to run in more circles and jump on more imaginary targets. The other two wolves get the occasional affectionate lick or nibble as he passed by them. As they get closer to the edge of town his ears start to twitch and he stop for a moment, sniffing the air. Something smells good...]

[She can handle it, though not without a heavy 'oof' to accompany his weight. Unsure whether to laugh or push him down - what if this is someone that she doesn't like trying to catch her unawares? - Claire pushes her palms into his sides, feeling ribs and scratchy fur.]

You're gonna knock me over.

[Long, long after sunset, and a werespider is out for an evening stroll. She spots the wolf and watches, quiet. Not all wolves are werewolves but better to assume than to be sorry.

At least she's wearing jasmine perfume tonight.]

[What. Eames is taking the lead? Really? Well the old dog looks like he actually knows where he's going which is all Freddy needs to follow along. He's a fighter and a hunter and he's done the lone wolf thing, but Orange has always worked best with someone else giving the orders.

Hey now cool it with the licking, you're going to ruin his 'do. Not that Freddy protests, he even licks back--perk. What's that smell? Smells like DELICIOUS.]

[Lick lick lick. He's got marks on his face from having been bit there but the wound is old, scabbed over, he's a big healthy dog.

Oh good you're not mad at me still.

Freddy's human thoughts are intersecting with his animalistic behavior.]

[Sniff. What's that. Where's it coming from. Sniff sniff. He's trying to search for the source with his eyes.]

You make it obvious you're young when you look for something you smell.

[There's a sharpness to her voice, a haughtiness that Freddy has certainly never heard before]

[ Smells cheesy, which is also incredibly delicious. Eames picks up the pace with a short bark, trotting toward their destination of whatever source is emitting that smell - a food truck, seems like, on the City streets. ]

[Face scrunched up, eyes screwed shut, it would take one of those Buckingham Palace guards' levels of dedication not to at least crack a smile. Which she does, and which Mr. Muggles decides is Unacceptable, enough that he shimmies his way up her leg as far as he can in order to bark and whine.]

Okay, okay, that's enough. Sit down, sit down.

[Thump. Dog down to sit. Watch out Muggles he might step on you. Now Freddy just looks up at her with his caramel green eyes. Wolves don't have funny eyes like that bro--hey little guy. You're yappy. Freddy reaches down to pick Muggles up in his mouth only to set him back down half a foot from Claire.]

[Uh. He's still now. Still and just staring at her because he knows her, he can't smell her but he knows who this is and they did not part on the best of terms last time. Keep cool, Newendyke. Is it cowardly to want to retreat?]

[She lifts her chin and looks him over]

Are you going to turn tail? I wouldn't blame you, but so unlike your kind, isn't it?

[Claire steps forward when Freddy makes to pick up her dog between his teeth but doesn't have to resort to any sort of screaming when it doesn't end in bloodshed. He's still close enough - and connected to her by way of thin leash - that she doesn't have to worry about anything other than hurt feelings later. As for the this dog-wolf hybrid, Claire's in no rush to talk to him like he might understand her. Having been down this road before, she's aware of how stupid people look when they're talking to animals that can't actually talk back.

Still, she has to ask -]

What are you doing out here anyway?

[What kind of question is that? Freddy makes a sound that comes close to being a wwooowwrrowr. Just hanging around, dude. What's Claire doing out here, he wonders, trying to convey the question with a headtilt and a pawing...paw.]

[Wait what. Freddy tilts his head curiously. What's Saya talking about? This makes him actually take two steps closer to her, two and no more.

Snort.

Is she calling him a coward? Wait how would she even know it's him? Puff.]

[No, she doesn't know it's him; she knows it's a werewolf and that's all she needs to know.

She stands her ground, looking down at him]

Are you going to do something or just look at me?

[Freddy's not a barking wolf but he vocalizes and he vocalizes very well.

Rrruhuhrworrr.

It really just means he's asking why Saya seems to want to pick a fight.]

[Stephen giving the air a few more appreciative sniffs. Dang, that does smell good. He slinks forward slowly, inspecting the area before going and further. Doesn't look like any danger. He glances at the two behind him, panting happily. This is where we attack, right?]

[That's a lunch truck, bro. Freddy trots up to still next to Stephen but a half pace ahead of him. He's an urban wolf he knows what these battle tanks can do. Proceed with caution even though that smell is practically beckoning them to come in. One of the doors is open but it's all dark inside. Something's amiss, he can't put his nose on it, like garbage left to rot in the rain but the street is bone dry. There's something in that truck.]

If only it were so easy as washing one's hands before each meal.

[She looks at him, and turns around, to begin to walk away. You're no threat at all is what the gesture means]

Fine.

They got vaccines too...smartass.

I believe that you started this thread of irony.

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