Rarr.

[lightningcurse]

Mabon is back to his proper age again, and not at all happy about the reduction thereof; his younger self is something he never liked. The Mansion needs a remonstrance, and therefore, as of to-day, the walls are laid about with his own particular brand of Power

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[notallworthy]

One moment, Tom was his normal human self, the next, he was a young foxhound. After some time spent chasing his tail, he starts sniffing around the mansion for something to hunt. But eating is also fun! So is barking! And playing! There is so much to do!

[houndmaster]

Omeomeome another dog!! He vaguely remembers that he is not really a canine, himself, but that does not matter; what matters is that he must stick his nose against Tom's rump and then bark madly.

[notallworthy]

And Tom has to circle him and yip excitedly at the younger dog.

[houndmaster]

Tyelkormo wags his tail madly, stretching out in an invitation to play.

[notallworthy]

And, since Tom is the larger dog, he tries to tackle Tyelkormo.

[houndmaster]

Tyelkormo tries to leap away, albeit a bit clumsily, barking again.

[notallworthy]

Tom chases him, trying to catch him.

[houndmaster]

A chase! Tyelkormo dashes across the room and goes careening into the next.

[notallworthy]

Eee! It's not quite a hunt, but it's close. Tom follows him, still barking and not caring who or what he bumps into.

[houndmaster]

Tyelkormo has a wee bit of a problem when he ends up sliding into a table leg, stopping to bark at it indignantly for being in his way.

[notallworthy]

A flying pouncetackle later and Tom is standing over him.

[houndmaster]

He reacts with a slight squeal and a flailing of paws and teeth.

[notallworthy]

Tom snaps playfully at him.

[houndmaster]

Tyelkormo attempts to wrestle him off for a bit more, growling cheerfully, before finally relenting to the older dog.

[notallworthy]

Tom smiles down at him.

[houndmaster]

His smile is returned with a fond, rather sloppy, lick.