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[a_humanitarian]

Da-doo!

Perhaps your pups are in the Cooper homestead.

Shoop da-doo!

Or maybe sleeping (if they're lucky, in a bed).

Zedd da-doo!

Or even walking in a world that's mostly dead.

Apoc-a-loo!

When suddenly, and without warning, there is this:

To-tal e-clipse of the sun!Or a bang and a flash. Whichever seems more likely. It's also a possibility

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[nobodysdog]

Wolfgang, it has to be said, is nowhere near the Cooper homestead, which is in Kansas and he, first Baron of Vegas, is not even aware of its existence.

He's usually not aware of the existence of plants, either. They register on his consiousness from the outside - background scenery to a life that involves lots and lots of meat and very little eating of his greens.

But this is a strange and unusual plant, even in the middle of the strange desert he lives in.And more than that - it smells out of place.

So soon there is a naked, blond man sitting cross legged in front of the plant, head tilted curiously.

It's possible he's debating chewing on it.

[a_humanitarian]

It's possible it's debating chewing on him.

The plant, well... sits there. It's a plant. What more do you expect it to do?

Oh, all right, maybe it's shifted a little.

But all plants do that. It's all to do with the movement of the sun and stuff.

Certainly, there can be no solid logic or hard fact behind the sense that it's watching Wolfgang closely.

[nobodysdog]

Either a whole lot of minions pack friends of Wolfgang's aren't around, or they're giving him a wide berth, because who'd hang around while their leader tried to commune with a plant?

Wolf inhales deeply, and because it helps sometimes to get more information in a different form, he shifts.

There's now a heavy set blond wolf sniffing curiously at the plant.

[a_humanitarian]

A wolf? Feh. Wolf blood doesn't smell nearly as appetizing as human, in the plant's humble opinion. Besides which, species memory means it's now rather worried about being weed on.

The plant's tiny, toothy pod shifts almost imperceptibly, in a gesture that in a human could plausably be called turning up its nose.

[nobodysdog]

To Wolf's refined nose, one of his smells neither wolf, nor human, but there's no accounting for species.

When the pod moves, his head tilts even more, and he sniffs again.

Funny how it smells only superficially plant-like.

[a_humanitarian]

Oh, that must be no more than a trick of the nose! It's a plant. It promises. Look how plantlike it is, all still, and leafy, and (mostly) green, and stuff. And not haughty at all, oh Lord no, what gave you that impression? And absolutely not making for an extremely subtle lean away from the wolf's wetly enquiring nose.

[nobodysdog]

It's a shame, really, that wolves don't rely much on vision, and thus green and leafy and stuff don't really mean much to him.

Eventually, Wolf sits back, turns back to human, and asks,

"Do you speak?"

[a_humanitarian]

Not yet it doesn't. Give it a few days around some vocal humans, on the other hand...

Wolf gets vegetatively sulked at. He keeps changing what he is. It's confusing and unfair and waah and, well, the plant has decided that it doesn't much like werewolves. Sorry about that.

[nobodysdog]

Wolf, on the other hand is intrigued.

In a psychotic sense.

Eventually he gets up at walks away. But he'll probably be back.