eswareinmal | Puppy log!

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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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.

"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?"

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.

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.

Respect? He expected respect after calling Faolan a dog? If he hadn't already had the ham in his mouth, he would have left it there.

He turned, giving the boy an arch look, ears flattening slightly. But he decided that he would turn and show off that he was eating Fakir's ham.

"Don't make that face at me after I gave you half my lunch," Fakir said crossly. "I've got bread and cheese for dinner thanks to being generous to you."

Faolan looked down at the half-eaten piece of ham. It wasn't like he'd ASKED for it or anything. He held it out.

Fakir made a face that was caught somewhere between a smile and a grimace. "No, thank you. As long as you're penitent, I guess you can keep it."

Hooray! Faolan quickly finished the ham and then jumped up on Fakir to give him kisses as thanks.

Well, that was the first time in a while anyone had given Fakir kisses in exchange for... anything. He laughed and pried Faolan off his face, trying and failing to look annoyed. "God, you're heavier than you look. I bet you'll be huge and eat tons of ham when you grow up."

OH YES! Faolan will be big and will protect and really hunt and have LOTS of ham and venison and rabbit and bear!

He barked frantically, trying to convey all of this to Fakir.

"I hope you're agreeing with me and not demanding more ham," Fakir said, standing.

Faolan worried that Fakir had decided to leave, and leaped around him, whining at him to stay.

"I don't have any more ham," Fakir said patiently. He watched Faolan bound around for a bit, smile lingering on his face. "Or are you just bored?"

Faolan cocked his head at Fakir, then reared up to rest his paws on the boys legs and peer up at him hopefully. He gave a few short yaps for good measure.

Puppy log!

Oh, hey, someone who might give him food

Farewell, lunch

All your lunch is belong to me

even the pickles?

....I guess you can keep the pickles.

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AND BEAR. Faolan has ambitions!

Daddy hunts bear!

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