howling around your kitchen door [active/closed]
Characters: Riza Wildman, Wolf
Content: After a couple days without (substantial) food, Riza runs into Wolf on her hunt.
Location: Near the Strand 2.0
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: AWOOOOOOOOOOO
Snow. Of course it was snow. Around this time of year, Riza would have liked nothing more than to stay inside with a bowl of curry and stay warm, but neither of those was an option. At least she'd managed to grab someone's discarded scarf from the hotel, and going around with her paws out kept her arms warm. There wasn't much she could do for her torso or legs. She'd just have to brave it. She'd been through worse.
But she had food in her stomach all those times before. She growled along with her stomach and picked up the pace, dashing through the snow like a bat out of hell, or some kind of jumbled metaphor like that. Never get between a wolf and her dinner, especially with the way the moon was coming in.
Content: After a couple days without (substantial) food, Riza runs into Wolf on her hunt.
Location: Near the Strand 2.0
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: AWOOOOOOOOOOO
Snow. Of course it was snow. Around this time of year, Riza would have liked nothing more than to stay inside with a bowl of curry and stay warm, but neither of those was an option. At least she'd managed to grab someone's discarded scarf from the hotel, and going around with her paws out kept her arms warm. There wasn't much she could do for her torso or legs. She'd just have to brave it. She'd been through worse.
But she had food in her stomach all those times before. She growled along with her stomach and picked up the pace, dashing through the snow like a bat out of hell, or some kind of jumbled metaphor like that. Never get between a wolf and her dinner, especially with the way the moon was coming in.