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[wolf_that_howls]

Denver, Colorado is, as the sun rises to noon, very empty.

Except for now. Now it has a black wolf, ears laid back, fangs bared - before she darts to the nearest crumbling building to hide out. Much sniffing ensues. An hour later the wolf ventures out of her makeshift den, giving a slow sniff of the area, pausing every so often to scent the air and

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[misterbunny]

Along the way, she also happens across a rabbit. Now, this is no ordinary rabbit, for not only does it smell heavily of cordite and grease, but it appears to have a pirate hat upon it's head, tilted at a jaunty angle, and is also holding a spyglass to one eye, peering off into the distance.

The miniature cutlass lashed to his waist is just an added affectation.

[wolf_that_howls]

She's more interested than surprised - the Shadow contains much strangeness.

Howling Wolf treats the rabbit to a respectful bark, her body-posture alert but relaxed. Good day, she speaks in spirit-tongue (somehow without moving her mouth or lips). Is this your territory?

[misterbunny]

The rabbit lowers his eyeglass, to stare at the wolf. Huh. "So, do you talk too?" Most likely.

[wolf_that_howls]

Howling Wolf tilts her head and focuses for a moment - and when she next speaks (still without moving her mouth), it's in English.

"I do. I apologize if I intrude on your territory." Her voice is low and calm, every word measured.

[threegreenhorn]

Flash!

Bang!

SPLASH.

...that last special effect was less than conventional. It might have something to do with the flailing creature who has just appeared with an uncomfortable-looking thud. You could call it humanoid, but it would probably be more accurate to describe the yammering result of an unholy union between a monkey, a lizard and a rosebush.

So far as it's really possible to tell, the demon looks utterly, utterly freaked out.

[wolf_that_howls]

Twenty yards away, the wolf stops, her body tensing up. The earth's Shadow is home to many strange spirits. She doesn't know if this particular thing is a spirit, but she'll give it the respect due to one. For now.

Greetings, great one, she says in spirit-tongue - not that Tricorn Writhen would be able to understand her.

[threegreenhorn]

It's possible that she wouldn't get much sense out of him even if he did understand her: the various parts of Writhen's brain are mainly concerning themselves with (a) staring around wildly for anything he might recognise and (b) wondering just how in the name of Teretres he managed to get here. He has a suspicion, and it's not a good one.

The big furry black thing is merely a periphery detail.

[wolf_that_howls]

Howling Wolf is content to wait, alert and wary and sniffing the air in case this creature has friends.

She feels a bit more nervousness than usual is called for.