Richie hadn't been too perturbed at finding himself waking up alone ni a mansion, even though his mom usually remembered to at least hire a nanny, and had immediately commenced exploring in search of the nearest library.
So far that had been mostly unsuccessful, but along the way he'd made a new friend. Who was currently perched on his head, clucking.
Angua suddenly picked up on something that smelled delicious. She stopped, suddenly stock still and letting the current squirrel scurry up a tree, as her tail wagged excitedly back and forth as she tried to find where it was.
Ah, there it was. Her eyes narrowed in on the boy.
No, not the boy. Up a little. There you go.
CHICKEN! Angua let out a fercious bark, bark and bolted forward with a hopping, jaunty run toward the boy, bouncing around him and barking some more to let him know that dinner was on his head, which was not where dinner should go. It went in bellies, after going in mouths, which, to the boy's credit, was part of the head, just a little more south.
Now Richie had a squawking chicken on his head, wings a-flapping. Ignoring for a moment the claws clutching at his scalp, he grinned down at the barking, bouncing cub. "PUPPY!"
Sadly, Angua would probably have gotten the exact same response from him if he'd been his normal age.
Yes, but what about without a chicken on his head?
Still, there was a chicken on his head now, and the boy seemed utterly unaware of it. And the chicken was so enticing that Angua didn't even bother taking a second to growl a correction that she was a big, bad wolf, not a puppy, thank you, and just barked at him a little more. It was clearly a bark that said, "Excuse me, young man, but you have a delicious chicken on your head."
It sounded like: "Bark bark, arf!" with a significant amount of tail wagging.
Technically, Tim wasn't allowed out of the apartment alone. It was too dangerous his mother said. But she wasn't here. And besides he knew all about not talking to strangers, and it was waaaaaaay too nice out to spend the day indoors.
So, here he was at the park, waving to the cute puppy, as he dashed to the playground.
Angua was in a stage of her life where it really didn't make a difference what she was chasing. If something moved and it moved quickly, it was chaseable. Which now include the little boy rushing into the park. She gave him a bark of warning before bounding with her little short legs after him, letting him know that he better not plan on chasing her ducks. They were her ducks. She was chasing them!
Well, he could chase them if he had a chicken on his head like that other boy, since chickens were better than ducks, but he didn't.
When the chased stopped, the chaser generally stopped, too, with a look of confusion and a tilt of her head that wondered if the chased knew that he was supposed to keep running, that was the whole point.
In response, Angua just barked, a polite reminder about how these things worked.
Please, a puppy in the middle of all this was going to act like a freaking magnet to the sort of little girl who loved the cute as much as this one did.
Angela was always going to let out an excited squeeing at something as adorable as this and divert her bouncing in the direction of the swings to take a detour. Cause... um, PUPPY.
Let's get another thing straight. Angua was a werewolf. She was a hunter, she chased and struck terror into all small rodents and waterfowl and the occasional hedgehodge.
So when she heard that strange, alien sound commonly known as squeeing, she was not running away. Hunters didn't run away...she was just taking a moment to stare at the human girl child bouncing her way and was just going to try to relocate herself.
Angela slowed her bouncing to a slightly more demure bobbing on her toes. Not really deterred, as such, but bright enough to see that another approach might work better here.
"Heeeeere puppy!" she tried, crouching down. "You're cute!" Because that would help make it want to come to her. She was sure. Compliments were never bad.
Appealing to a different part of her interests might have worked. Plus, the fact that the girl didn't give too terrifying a pursuit helped. Once she was feeling she was a safe enough distance to still be able to bolt in case of any further sudden acts of girliness, Angua paused, looked at the girl, wondering if maybe she had a biscuit or a red bouncy ball or maybe a carriage ride to offer.
Tamara and Blind Seer hadn't known there were ducks and squirrels to play chase with, so mostly they'd been playing chase with each other.
The sight of another puppy like her friend was something Tamara had to investigate, though, so she crept a bit closer. "Hello, friend," she greeted Angua, careful not to get too close just yet since not all puppies were as nice as Blind Seer, that she knew.
As soon as Angua scented another wolf in the area, squirrels and ducks were put aside as her ears perked up and she looked around for which way his colour was coming from. It was just a regular wolf, sure, not a werewolf, so she had her own worry about whether or not the other pup would be nice to her, since the ones back home weren't very nice to her.
And he was with a human. Humans weren't very nice either, but, to be fair, werewolves were worse to humans than humans ever were to them. She lowered herself slightly, looking at them with caution before creeping slowly forward, nostrils going in overdrive in sniffing.
Well, Blind Seer was not precisely a regular wolf either, but seeing as not too many worlds seemed to have Royal Beasts, the assumption was a natural one. It wasn't like he was exactly his usual imposing size at the moment. Nor did he really care all that much about anything besides the possibility of new friend new friend new friend, as might be evidenced by the happy yip of greeting and excited tail-wagging.
Tamara carefully held out a hand for the pup to sniff. "You are very brave," she informed Angua. "I promise, I am very nice."
As the wolf yipped and the girl held out her hand, Angua's head sort of bounced back and forth between the two, caught in a serious conundrum. What to sniff? What to sniff? She could only go sniff one at time, and she wasn't sure which was the more important one.
Of course, the human might just be food later, so, once she considered that aspect, she forwent the hand and ambled over to the other wolf to sniff him out a little better.
Sorry, human. That's what you get for being potentially tasty.
... at four (or looking four, or incarnated as four -- let's not confuse the poor girl wondering how this worked) Didi had no inside voice whatsoever, especially not where cute puppies were concerned.
But, at least she had going for the fact that she was outside, anyway. Still, there it was again, that awful pitch distinctly registered as Human Girl Child Spotting Something Cute.
Which Angua did not run away from. Not at all. She was just nonchalantly darting behind a bush and hoping maybe the girl was talking about some other doggie...
...and then peeking out from behind it to see if she was still there.
Oh, gods, it giggled too. Angua ducked back behind the bush; as far as she was concerned, she generally suspected it was best to avoid playing anything with things that giggled.
Of course, it already knew she was behind the bush so, even though the cover was non-existent, she darted out again, this time running to hide behind a tree and hope that the girl didn't see it.
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So far that had been mostly unsuccessful, but along the way he'd made a new friend. Who was currently perched on his head, clucking.
Look, his future child was the responsible one.
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Ah, there it was. Her eyes narrowed in on the boy.
No, not the boy. Up a little. There you go.
CHICKEN! Angua let out a fercious bark, bark and bolted forward with a hopping, jaunty run toward the boy, bouncing around him and barking some more to let him know that dinner was on his head, which was not where dinner should go. It went in bellies, after going in mouths, which, to the boy's credit, was part of the head, just a little more south.
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Sadly, Angua would probably have gotten the exact same response from him if he'd been his normal age.
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Still, there was a chicken on his head now, and the boy seemed utterly unaware of it. And the chicken was so enticing that Angua didn't even bother taking a second to growl a correction that she was a big, bad wolf, not a puppy, thank you, and just barked at him a little more. It was clearly a bark that said, "Excuse me, young man, but you have a delicious chicken on your head."
It sounded like: "Bark bark, arf!" with a significant amount of tail wagging.
So...clearly.
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So, here he was at the park, waving to the cute puppy, as he dashed to the playground.
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Well, he could chase them if he had a chicken on his head like that other boy, since chickens were better than ducks, but he didn't.
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"Hi!" he smiled.
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In response, Angua just barked, a polite reminder about how these things worked.
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Angela was always going to let out an excited squeeing at something as adorable as this and divert her bouncing in the direction of the swings to take a detour. Cause... um, PUPPY.
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So when she heard that strange, alien sound commonly known as squeeing, she was not running away. Hunters didn't run away...she was just taking a moment to stare at the human girl child bouncing her way and was just going to try to relocate herself.
Over there.
Very quickly.
Not running away.
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"Heeeeere puppy!" she tried, crouching down. "You're cute!" Because that would help make it want to come to her. She was sure. Compliments were never bad.
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Ooh. Maybe she had bacon.
Angua was a very wishful thinker.
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The sight of another puppy like her friend was something Tamara had to investigate, though, so she crept a bit closer. "Hello, friend," she greeted Angua, careful not to get too close just yet since not all puppies were as nice as Blind Seer, that she knew.
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And he was with a human. Humans weren't very nice either, but, to be fair, werewolves were worse to humans than humans ever were to them. She lowered herself slightly, looking at them with caution before creeping slowly forward, nostrils going in overdrive in sniffing.
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Tamara carefully held out a hand for the pup to sniff. "You are very brave," she informed Angua. "I promise, I am very nice."
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Of course, the human might just be food later, so, once she considered that aspect, she forwent the hand and ambled over to the other wolf to sniff him out a little better.
Sorry, human. That's what you get for being potentially tasty.
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... at four (or looking four, or incarnated as four -- let's not confuse the poor girl wondering how this worked) Didi had no inside voice whatsoever, especially not where cute puppies were concerned.
"Hi, doggie, come play!"
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Which Angua did not run away from. Not at all. She was just nonchalantly darting behind a bush and hoping maybe the girl was talking about some other doggie...
...and then peeking out from behind it to see if she was still there.
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"I see you!" she announced. "Are we playin' peek-a-boo? That's a fun game."
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Of course, it already knew she was behind the bush so, even though the cover was non-existent, she darted out again, this time running to hide behind a tree and hope that the girl didn't see it.
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