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[orangetoughguy]

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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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ 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. ]

[totallyinaband]

[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...]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ 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. ]

[totallyinaband]

[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?]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ Sensing the same, Eames' fur stands on end, and he lets out a few barks, trying to lure whatever might be in the truck out. For all of them to go in with such small quarters would be silly when they don't know what it is; better to see if they can piss it off enough for it to come to them. ]

[totallyinaband]

[Unfortunately, Stephen!wolf has none of their hesitations and bounds towards the truck happily, poking his nose into the entrance... Smells good, you guys!]

[orangetoughguy]

[Stephen what are you even. This wolf almost looks like he's shaking his head but just as he's about to take a step forward to reel the other wolf back in, something inside goes thump thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thud.

The zombie cougar drops its fresh kill, a calf covered in grilled cheese. Who knows how this happened. Who cares. Zombie cougar is not pleased. Hisssssssss.]

[signatures]

[ Oh, shit. Eames lunges forward to grab Stephen by the tail and pull him back before he can become zombie pussy's next lunch. ]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen jumps at the bite on his tail, luckily jumping in the right direction and out of the way. His ears flatten and he growls. Hey, big tough cat. Guess who has a wolf pack, now?

He peers between the other two, hopefully. This means we get to kill it, right?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh yes because Freddy's pretty sure it's gonna try and kill them first. His lips pull back in a snarl, fur standing on end.

This zombie cougar don't give a shit. You know who made it a zombie cougar? A zombie honey badger. Once you've been through that you'll fight anything. Seeing as how Stephen was so gung-ho, the cat bounds straight for him.]

[signatures]

[ Oh lawd.

Eames lunges forward, side-checking the zombie-cougar straight on in an attempt to tackle the undead pussy to the ground, jaws snapping wherever he can grab hold.

This better not make him turn into a zombie, too, because of this. The taste of rotten flesh is less than appealing. ]

[totallyinaband]

[Now that the signal from the leader is definitely GO, Stephen jumps forward, clamping his jaw down firmly on one of the cougar's hind legs. It tastes foul, but he can feel the evil kitty falling sideways...]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's fucking nasty bros but Freddy's running into the action too, turning the tussle into some rolling mass of fur and undead parts kind of flying. Whoops. Zombie cougars lose limbs just like zombie people do and this one's popped an eye out thanks to Eames' impact, lost a hind leg thanks to Stephen's pulling, and a throat thanks to Freddy's sneak dive. Eventually it gives up only because it can't guard its kill when it's in pieces. Simple fact.

Patooey! Freddy spits out zombie bits then shakes his whole body in a typical doggish way. Damn...free food! Cheese covered cow get. There's enough to go around it doesn't even matter who approaches their grilled cheese trophy for first pickings.]

[signatures]

[ Do you know what would help get that rotten gross shit out of one's sharp teeth? Coating one's mouth with cheese. After cautiously poking his head into the truck, Eames deems the area as save for the ravaging - and bounds inside, going immediately for whatever (debatably) fresh cheese is on the countertops, tail wagging. The other two can have the cheese-coated calf. This wolf is the more classy kind of breed - indeed, break out some baguettes, call it French. ]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen is definitely going to stick with the non-classy route, and starts in on the cheesy cow. Damn that is fine eating. He runs a few happy circles around it before finding a nice position near the rump and tucking in. It feels like he hasn't eaten fresh meat in years...]

[orangetoughguy]

[Fuck yeah cheesy meat! Freddy's joining Stephen, going for the calf too, sinking into the animal's neck area. Let the Frenchman be Le Francais or however that goes with classy wolves.]