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[wolfisdumb]

[sup gaiz, Fox is skulking around Winchester. Like a fox. Chickens best watch out!!

...No, really, this species change thing is annoying him something fierce. Settling down on one of the store porches, he yawns and makes a tired-sounding whistling noise before laying his head down on his front paws.

Open post?]

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[foxisaloser]

[cry me a river, Fox, I've put up with this longer! Oh by the way, Fox, you have a wolf pup following you around. And promptly jumping on his tail when Fox lays down.]

[wolfisdumb]

[Fox makes a small noise of suprise, jumping and hissing when the pup pounces his tail. What's your deal, kid? D< ]

[eightpacts]

[After introductions and such at the bakery, Emil's taking a look around town.]

Hmm? A fox?

[wolfisdumb]

[Oh hey, it's Emil! Fox perks his ears and raises his head a little in recognition...]

[eightpacts]

[Oh, did it hear him?]

Hey there, fellow. You hungry?

[wolfisdumb]

[He pauses just a second before sitting up, mouth hanging open slightly. Well, Fox hadn't had anything to eat since they'd got there, so he's certainly not objecting!]

[my_six_hearts]

[the Weighted Companion Cube has been testing out his new legs. Thankfully, a nice set of instincts came with this body, so he has been learning quickly.

among his new set of senses was 'scent'. He could smell things now. He could follow scents.

...one of these scents--one that his canine brain seemed immensely intrigued with--led to a fox.

...oh!

rounding the corner of a shack, he came upon this fox, and stood--expressionless--as his normally inanimate brain decided what to do.]

[wolfisdumb]

[Fox simply sits and stares at the dog. If it didn't have such a blank expression on its face, it would have reminded him of Bill.

But at present, it was just... sort of uncomfortable. He twitches his ears backwards, but stays still for now.]

[my_six_hearts]

[uh oh...the dog sniffs the air. And sniffs the air again.

the Companion Cube is intrigued, mostly at how it feels so inexplicably interested in that scent. The whole phenomenon was intoxicating. A scent causing pictures and urges and memories, all linked together and running on auto-pilot in its new brain.

instincts were handy when you were previously an inanimate object that now needed help in figuring out how to work an organic body. They were less handy when you were actually trying to keep control of that body.

...the dog's tail began to wag, and the vacant expression was swiftly turning into something more...hungry.]