Puppy log!

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Characters: Faolan and anyone else who wants to play
Open? Completely!
Where: All over Schwanheim and environs
When: The day and night of the 9th
What: As it's a full moon, it's puppy time!
Warnings:Puppy kisses for everyone!

Faolan had woken with plans to follow the expedition into the forest [it had worked so well during the beanstalk expedition, after all]. However, he woke with the urge to scratch his skin off, which reminded him that it was a full moon [not that he'd forgotten, really, he just wanted to play with everyone]. As this was a new place, he thought it would be best if people didn't see him change. This meant being in wolf form all day. Not really a problem, then.


A half-grown puppy may be found chasing squirrels and birds, running around town, rolling in the grass, chasing his own tail, sitting and looking at the bulletin board, or watching forlornly as Sif and co. leave for the forest. It is very simple to get his attention, and he'd love to play with all of you!

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[brosif]

[ooc: let's handwave time because Sif with a puppy is funny to me >_>]

The expedition was set for noon, but of course Sif was there beforehand. She sat down in a clearing and unwrapped her breakfast: bread, cheese, and some fresh sausages. She was hoping to eat undisturbed.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Well, Faolan recognizes her from the orb. She was mean to him, so he'll just turn and--

Are those sausages he smells?

Whine, beg, whine.

[brosif]

Sif looks around – with a wolf this young, its pack should surely be nearby. She has spent time enough in nature to know what happens when an outsider gets near a cub.

“I would rather your mother not attempt to rip out my throat, young one.”

[greatsquirrelhunter]

He cocks his head to one side in confusion. He doesn't have a mother. Just Hawk. Although she could hardly be expected to know that. [But what would a wolf this young be doing on his own, huh? Huh?]

He inches closer, still whining and eying her sausages.

[brosif]

Raising an eyebrow, Sif stands up and looks for any signs of a pack. Finding none, she sits back down. After a moment, she hands over one of the sausages.

He really is very small.

“Are you the runt, perhaps?”

[sorcerous]

And here is Loki, scooping that puppy into his hands and peering at its eyes. The truth of a person's identity may always be found in the eyes, of course.

"Ah," he says. "Hello, then."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Wow! He's being lifted. Who is it? Who is it?

Faolan squirms and turns, his tail frantically swishing to see a favored person.

Hi Loki! Hi Loki!

Loki is treated to puppy kisses.

[sorcerous]

Ah, there; Loki cradles the pup close to his chest, scratching his fur.

"So, little one," he murmurs, "would you like to run with me? I think I can manage a wolf's form, now, if it isn't for too long."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's ears flatten a bit in pleasure at the scratching, and his tail thumps against Loki happily.

He perks up. Run with Loki? Loki can be a wolf? Hooray! Hooray!

[sorcerous]

It has been some time... and he has transformed so often lately. It is something he ordinarily reserves for rare occasions, for times of need, but something in him wants to push and push here. Press his limits.

He sets Faolan down, and he takes a breath. A smooth exhale, and when it is done, there is a dark-colored wolf by Faolan.

[goldeneyeball]

Though he had been keeping his eyes peeled for any strange (possibly cannibalistic) little boys, James had not been on the look-out for wolf pups that afternoon, so he felt at ease walking through the little grove of trees near the Monastery. He'd found a grand staff (it was just a tree limb, really) and he was putting it to good use by poking at bushes and swiping it through tall grass to avoid stepping on some horrible poisonous animal.

He'd even let his mind wander. His guard down. He hated this place. He did. But he couldn't deny that it was sort of peaceful. No bills to pay, no job to do, no Mr. Next Door...

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan had been snuffling around the fruit trees, looking for small animals to pounce on. Then, he smelled a familiar smell.

He trotted over to peek from behind a tree. It was! It was the one who smelled like a toy!

Despite being too small to go for the antlers, Faolan made a spirited attack on JW's ankles.

[goldeneyeball]

James paused to poke at something in the grass. Ooh that...that kind of looked like a coin! Dropped by a nun, perhaps? He crouched down to inspect his new discovery when suddenly RABID ANIMALS. The horned man let out a yelp and swung his stick behind him only to slice through thin air.

The pup was not the same height as the horrible beast JW's mind had just conjured up.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

JW being crouched down made it far easier to climb up his back and attach to his antlers. They didn't taste like deer, which was very confusing, but didn't induce Faolan to let go.

[goldeneyeball]

He was going to have chew marks all over his antlers before his stay in the land of fairy tales was over. On the up-side, he could tell the ladies it was BATTLE DAMAGE. From battles with...

orks...

or something.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" James dropped his stick and reached behind him, aiming to grab great handfuls of the pup's fur.

oh, hey, a baby animal

[loyalbeyonddeath]

Fakir hadn't expected to see a puppy trying to read the town bulletin board on his way to the forest. Of course, dogs didn't read. Not in most sensible places, at least.

He decided to pause, just for a moment, to make sure the stupid thing wasn't some skin and bones stray. He crouched down, one hand held out.

"Hey, come here," he said, following the command up with a little whistle.

Oh, hey, someone who might give him food

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's ears perked up at the whistle, and he looked around, spotting Fakir quite quickly. The boy didn't smell dangerous, so he trotted over, nosing at the offered hand and giving it a quick lick.

Farewell, lunch

[loyalbeyonddeath]

"There's a good boy," Fakir said with a small smile. He reached into his satchel for the slice of ham he'd brought along as part of his lunch and set it before the little mutt. If Mytho were around, they'd no doubt spend the day trying to bring the little guy back from where he'd come. "What's a friendly dog like you doing all alone out here?"

All your lunch is belong to me

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan had been called a good boy! His tail wagged happily, and swished faster when he saw the ham. Food! Food for Faolan? Hooray! He hopped up, paws on Fakir's knees to give him kisses of thanks.

But wait. Dog? Faolan a dog? His tail bristled. He picked up the ham and presented his bottom.

even the pickles?

[loyalbeyonddeath]

Fakir scoffed. "Cheeky little bastard, aren't you?" he said, not unkindly. "I give you all my ham and get no respect."

My, wasn't that familiar.

[halfwitch]

Gretel was rather unnerved to find a wolf, puppy or no, running around so close to town. She'd never seen a wolf, other than on television, and she'd never given them much thought since they weren't found in her part of the world. So it was both unnerving and a little interesting to see a creature she'd never seen before.

Even though it's playing made it seem pleasant enough, Gretel wasn't about to get too close and she stood a few feet off from it before calling out. "Hey, shoo."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Shoo? Shoo? What did she think he was? A dog?

Well, she was young, and a lot could be forgiven of children [himself included].

He lowered his head and raised his rump and growled playfully at her.

[halfwitch]

To be fair, to Gretel a wolf was just a bigger type of dog. The growling made her jump initially, and when she regathered her wits (and stopped reaching for that wand she'd tucked into the lining of her dress) she frowned at the puppy. "Shouldn't you be scared of humans? Most wild animals are supposed to be."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

He cocked his head at her. Scared? Of a girl who looked his age? Sure she was human and he was currently a puppy, but he was confident enough to fight with someone his own age.

He barked twice, wriggling.

[halfwitch]

"You're weird." Gretel said, smiling faintly. She abandoned the idea of chasing the puppy off for now, instead coming a little closer and crouching on the ground.