1st Howl

[fatefullfriend]

[1 - Action - morning at 945 Beulah]

[It's one thing to have a panicked dog. It's something different to have a large panicked wolf. In this case, the orange wolf in question just woke up in a dog house far too small for her. The dog house doesn't survive this encounter, knocked on its side and partially broken as the wolf's hackles are up and

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[notawhale]

[Have a girl with a paper bag on her head staring curiously at this interloper. From the single hole in the bag, a harsh, red eye stares out curiously.]

...now that's not a normal part of the fauna, I wouldn't think.

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf's just going to stare back.]

Same with you.

[notawhale]

[She blinks in surprise]

You can talk?

[fatefullfriend]

[...aw what the hell. Arf tilts her head quizzically and thumps her tail once.]

[notawhale]

[...was she imagining it? No, if she starts doubting herself now...]

In any case, it's obvious you're not one of the "normal" residents of this place. I'm curious though that they didn't do anything to make you look more "normal".

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf just gestures to the paperbag with her snout. Someone has no right to talk about looking 'normal'.]

[notawhale]

What? This is by choice. They stripped me of everything else I had.

[She never said there was anything wrong with abnormal. Just that Mayfield didn't seem to allow it.]

So what are you, besides a canine who refuses to talk?

[fatefullfriend]

Arf.

[notawhale]

...is that your name or are we taking this farce even further?

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf walks over and then jumps up, balances for a few moments on her hind legs to deftly snag that bag and try to bolt with it.]

[notawhale]

[OH JEEZUS SUDDEN WOLF ATTACK not that she's scared but she's very realistic about the kind of damage this creature can do to her in her current state just by body mass and musculature alone. She braces for the attack so she isn't just pushed over when Arf jumps on her, but can do little about getting the flimsy bag ripped off]

Hey, what are you-!

[...well, she knows she can't outrun it, and it's just a bag. She's not going to chase it.]

[fatefullfriend]

[The wolf's touch was surprisingly light. Once the bag is in her mouth, she bounds a bit away and then stops to look back, wagging her tail.]

[notawhale]

...what, you want me to play with you?

[Her hand covers the right side of her face, though not much of her exasperated look. It's odd... not feeling a bandage or scar or anything above her right eye...]

[fatefullfriend]

[Wag, wag, wagging tail and a chuff.]

[notawhale]

...I'm not going to play with you just because you stole an easily replaceable mask.

[...]

But if I do, would you be willing to talk after?

[fatefullfriend]

[Arf closes one eye in a wink and chuffs again, backing a few steps as she does, tails still wagging.]