Edrahil's male again, and until just now he was feeling quite cheerful, enjoying his proper body and looking for Finrod, to share the happy news. And, well-- he's found Finrod.
He reaches the body at a run and drops to one knee beside it, all cheerfulness replaced now by pure horror and grief. And for a time, all he can do is kneel there, repeating Finrod's name and attempting to wipe the blood and fur from his face.
But eventually, getting some presence of mind back, he'll contrive to lift Finrod's body -- carefully, almost cradling him -- and take him to wherever it is they store dead bodies around here, rather than let him rot in the forest in the company of the wolves.
And it's some time later that the puppy-who-isn't, out for a walk, comes across the carnage. Unfortunately, he's lacking his superior sense of smell, but the scene is obvious enough at a glance, even without the Elven corpse. And he recognizes Finrod's sword, and in getting some of the nearby blood on his fingers and sniffing it, he thinks he recognizes Finrod's scent (which would be so creepy if he weren't actually a dog), and what we have here, basically, is a very cheesed-off puppy. Who really, really wishes he had his proper claws and teeth right about now.
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He reaches the body at a run and drops to one knee beside it, all cheerfulness replaced now by pure horror and grief. And for a time, all he can do is kneel there, repeating Finrod's name and attempting to wipe the blood and fur from his face.
But eventually, getting some presence of mind back, he'll contrive to lift Finrod's body -- carefully, almost cradling him -- and take him to wherever it is they store dead bodies around here, rather than let him rot in the forest in the company of the wolves.
T: ^______________^ ♥
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Mun: *cracks up at that typist note, attached to that post* *also, snuggles Edrahil*
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