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!

Comments

[brosif]

Sif had spent enough time around Thor certain Aesir named Thor to understand the universal look for confusion.

"'deity' means 'gods'"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Oooooh! Faolan understands now. A little. He's still confused, because he wouldn't want to eat a god, so why would he want to kill them. That's the point of killing, isn't it? Gods wouldn't taste good. Or at least he doesn't think so.

He puts his paws up on her knees to show good faith.

[brosif]

At this, Sif did laugh. In truth, she had never met Loki’s lost son. Only heard a few broken stories, when the older men of the court had mead enough to breathe words into matters unspoken.

“I appreciate your candor, cub. I would ask your name, but I suspect you do not have a way to give it.”

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Laughing! She was laughing! People who laughed like that were good!

Faolan scrambled to pull himself into her lap, considering how he could answer the question. He laid his head against her arm, looking at her cutely.

[brosif]

She had faced down the sorts of horrors of which the bards themselves would not write. So by all logic, she should have been made of sterner stuff than this.

Sighing, she reached out and scratched behind the pup’s ears.

“My name is Sif. It’s nice to meet you.”

[greatsquirrelhunter]

But the horrors were not this cute!

Faolan's eyes closed happily as he enjoyed the scratching. His tail thumped twice and he barked a hello, rubbing his head against her arm.

[brosif]

Sif craned her head around, as if to check for an audience. Seeing none, she proceeded to pick the pup up and scratch at his stomach.

“This is a strange place indeed, if all the wildlife is as comfortable with people as—”

Ah. A thread of her conversation with Loki stood out, as she examined him closer. “The boy has wolf in him,” Loki said.

“Hello, Falon.”

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's eyes opened a moment when he felt Sif pick him up, but closed again when she started to rub his belly. Oh, yes! Belly rubs for Faolan! His tail swished happily.

But how did she know his name? His eyes opened again, and his peered up at her, whining softly and batting at her with soft paws.

[brosif]

"Again, I do not speak wolf."

But -- countless years with Thor as a friend. She did speak puppy, for lack of a better comparison.

"Loki mentioned you had the wolf in you."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Loki? She knew Loki? That meant that she had to be good! Faolan stood up on her lap and gave her kisses.

[brosif]

...that was the first time in easily a thousand years that she’d seen anyone, save his family, so happy at the mention of Loki. She craned her head back, looking amused.

“You are a very unusual boy, Falon.”

[greatsquirrelhunter]

That was good, right? Faolan's tail wagged and he gave Sif a wolfish smile.