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A Mountie and his (deaf half-) wolf walk into a bar.

The Mountie makes his way to the counter and is about to order himself a cup of coffee when a slice of pumpkin pie and a note reading, "Happy Thanksgiving, Constable," appear

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[redefinevictory]

By the fire - although at a couch, not a table - is a more-than-a-little hungover girl. She looks Spanish, but given her clothes, it is either a Spanish many hundreds of years in the past, or from another world entirely. It would be nice to say that she is concentrating on her bowl of very, very thin soup, but she knows the scent of wolves (half or otherwise). Her very best friend is a wolf, but Kait is looking at this one with a distinct expression of wariness.

The shapeshifter does not exactly smell human, after all.

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Diefenbaker picks up on the scent almost immediately, but he doesn't seem disturbed by it. He sniffs his way over to her curiously, and if she'll let him, he'll nose at her knee, clearly begging for attention.

For the moment, the Mountie seems not to notice his companion's absence. It's very good pie, after all.

[redefinevictory]

Kait's had a long week, and even with her mood being naturally depressed post-Shift, she's had a number of other creatures snarl at her. Diefenbaker? Gets a smile that lights up her face. Her bowl is placed to side and she reaches out to pat him.

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Dief gives her a soft, pleased woof and plops down by her feet.

Fraser looks up at the sound. "Diefenbaker!" The wolf, notably, does not turn at the sound of his name.

"I'm terribly sorry, miss," Fraser says to her. "Is he bothering you?"