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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Loki glanced back and gave a bark. He was teaching Faolan how to move; then they would go after prey. Learn from the beginning!

Oh! Faolan darted to Loki's side to nuzzle him, then dropped to his belly and watched intently.

Look, Faolan; look how he places his paws, delicately, look how he moves with the wind, with sound to cover what he does. Look how he watches where he goes, hops and changes his gait with the ground he covers.

-- A few more minutes of this, and Loki will be satisfied.

Faolan watches intently, tail thumping the ground when he figures things out. Rising to his feet, he imitates the movement, looking to Loki for approval.

Not... amazing, but good for a first attempt, so here's Loki, ducking down close to the ground and giving Faolan a tongue bath for his troubles. Someone needs to tame that fuzz on top of the pup's head, anyway.

The praise and the attention are equally appreciated, and Faolan nuzzles against Loki. He whines eagerly, hoping for hunting and bunnies.

Then it's time to give it a try.

Loki breaks into a loping run again, his head low, sniffing for any particularly enticing possibilities.

-- there! He catches the scent of a burrow of rabbits. Several of them. He nudges Faolan, with a little whuff of breath. Did he smell it?

Yes! Yes! Faolan smelled the rabbits! His tail swished in response to Loki's question. How do we get them out, Daddy?

Loki dragged his feet. Made a lot of noise, brushing around, as he slowly led Faolan in an arc.

And then he started moving silently again. Downwind of the rabbits, where they wouldn't smell either of the wolves.

Loki was a genius! Faolan followed carefully, watching for rabbity movement.

And now, they wait.

Loki kept his eyes carefully on the rabbit's burrow. Patient, and still.

Patient and still. Faolan sat next to Loki, glancing over at him to match his stillness.

This could not last long.

Thankfully, just as he'd started fidgeting, a rabbit popped its nose out of the burrow. His stillness was back full force as he watched eagerly for when the rabbit would be far enough that they could go after it.

Loki tensed, barely perceptibly. He was ready. It was a silent signal for Faolan to be the same.

Slowly, slowly, the rabbit emerged. She began to wander away, towards a patch of thick grass, flowers, weeds.

Once she was far enough away for Loki, he gave Faolan a nudge. Go on; give it a try.

Oh! Faolan got first try! Try not to mess up, Faolan.

He wriggled a little, working very hard to be silent as he used everything he knew to sneak up on the rabbit.

Alas, she still heard him and his compensatory pounce was from too far away.

Luckily, Loki was ready for that.

He streaked lightning-fast across the field and caught her in his jaws just as she was to duck into her burrow.

Faolan had, in fact, driven her along just the line Loki thought she would take.

He took her, still alive, and loped away to an open field, where Faolan could chase her.

And then he released her.

Faolan followed Loki in awe. It was amazing that Loki could catch the rabbit so easily. Faolan frolicked around Loki on the way to the field, not understanding until they got there that Loki was doing it for him. With the quickest of nuzzles, Faolan took off after the rabbit, managing to corner well enough that she couldn't get out of the field.

A quick bark of encouragement; go get her!

And get her he does! Although a rabbit is bigger than a squirrel and he's just a little wolf. So perhaps it could be said that she had gotten him.

He holds on tight, managing to stop her so he can kill her more easily, although not quite as cleanly as he'd like. Then he presents her to Loki, tail wagging in anticipation of praise.

A good start, at least.

Loki gives a howl, scattering it to the sky and the wind, and he licks Faolan's ear, in praise.

Faolan howls too, a thin, puppy howling. He runs around in circles at the praise, licking Loki in return.

Puppy log!

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