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[son_of_durotan]

[The Church has a pair of new figures in it now. On the floorboards near the flowerbed is a large and broad figure, sprawled on his back, sleeping peacefully, a gauntleted hand occasionally scratching at his green-skinned chin. The other figure is a large wolf, standing a good couple inches taller than the pews lining the church, wearing a saddle

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[cetraflowergirl]

[Aerith froze at the sound of growling, it had been several years since she'd heard anything like it and experience had taught her it was a bad sound. She looked up from the flowers she'd been tending to, and didn't bother to rise from where she was kneeling. At this height, the wolf was taller than she was, and frankly, Aerith figured if it took offense to her, she wouldn't be able to run to the nearest door before it got her. So staying put sounded like an excellent choice at the moment.]

[son_of_durotan]

[The wolf continues prowling, glaring at Aerith, baring its teeth and occassionally making small "urf" noises, meanwhile, Thrall rolls onto his side, his armor clanking some as he does.]

[cetraflowergirl]

[She took her chances and stood slowly, gathering up her basket with one hand.]

I won't harm your companion, my friend. I'm just going to be on my way and leave you to your own business.

[son_of_durotan]

[The wolf, who is naturally suspicious of humans in general, due to the fact that Thrall is currently at war with humanity, circles around, growling a bit louder now, glancing at the door to the church, and blocking Aerith's escape path.]