River was on the same page as Wolf regarding shoes, but she enjoyed the snow enough to make up for it. She was less pleased about what the island had done to Serenity, turning their beautiful ship into a big creepy house, but the only thing she could think to do about it was to take Zoe out for a walk.
Zoe was fascinated by the buildings, but they didn't really compare to Wolf, who remained her favorite. "Hi Woof!"
"Hi, Zoe," Wolf answers when he sees them. "Hi, River." Even though he doesn't like shoes or everything that happened to the island, he does like River and Zoe a whole bunch and he's glad to see them, especially now that he doesn't know what their home looks like.
"Your ship is gone," he says. "I didn't know where to find you and I came looking, but everything's all different. All changed and weird. I couldn't find you."
"I know," said River, scowling. "Stupid island messing with Serenity. It's a big house next to the palace, with a sign calling it 'Serenity Manor'. Like that makes it okay." River was pretty disgruntled about the whole thing, but Zoe turned out to be better at looking at the bright side.
Wolf can't read the signs very well, but now that he knows it's next to the palace, he thinks he'll be able to find it. Especially since he knows most of the letters that spell Serenity. He smiles at Zoe, then begins to stuff his feet back into the shoes that he hates so much, because he knows he'll need them to play in the snow.
"Yeah, let's make a snowman!" he says, looking at River for permission. "Can we?"
The exclamation startled him dead in his tracks for a brief moment, and once Josh got over the initial panic, a brand new wave of it rushed in. Hopefully the big freak crying wolf wasn't doing so because he'd spotted an actual wolf and not just the former-were variety.
"Y'know what's worse than shoes? Frostbite. Except Crocks... Crocks are potentially worse than frostbite."
"That's why Wolf is wearing shoes, even though I hate them a whole bunch," he answers, looking at the man. He doesn't know what the other thing is or why it's worse than frostbite, but there are lots of things he doesn't know, especially now that the island is all changed.
He pauses, then laughs at himself. "Guess I'm not wearing shoes right now, but I have some. And I'll put them back on."
"Yuck," Wolf says, making a face before he begins to put his shoes back on. They don't feel good at all, they hurt and make him uncomfortable, but the man is right and Wolf doesn't want to lose any of his toes. "Want to keep all my toes, right here and now," he decides. "I'm Wolf!"
December's always hard. The closer she gets to the sixteenth, the harder it gets to breath. Mostly, she misses running. Still, Ianto's enjoyment of the corsetry makes up for it, and she does like the ribbons for her hair. When she sees him, she gathers her skirts and crouches down.
"I don't like shoes," Wolf says and even though he's not happy, he still manages to have a smile for Charlie. "Don't like the snow either, it means I have to wear my shoes all the time and I sure hate wearing shoes. And I don't like these itchy clothes. I miss my shirts and my overalls."
And he misses taking care of the animals. There's less to do now, except he does like the horses and he's glad that they make the cars go instead of the real cars.
"Ah, honey," she says, reaching out to smooth his hair back from his face. She gave him a little smile. "I hate this weather, you know? I miss runnin' like a part of myself."
"I hate it, too," Wolf says firmly, glad that Charlie agrees with him. "Can't do anything we like to do because of all this stupid snow." And he knows that isn't true, he knows there are plenty of things they can still do, but it isn't the same and he likes the island how it was before.
Snowfall possesses a certain novelty for the tropical crowd, particularly those like Buffy, who rarely experienced it even back in the "real world", but it's a novelty that wears off sooner rather than later. As it turns out, Buffy would much rather whine about sweating in cute boots rendered useless during the summer than freezing in cute boots that actually serve their purpose during the winter. But if there's anything that Buffy has learned from the island, it's that even non-beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, she's kinda-sorta getting a hang of this steam-punk chic trend, which makes her feel slightly less self-conscious when she braves the cold today in search of wherever the Compound has gone off to
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At the sound of the girl's voice, Wolf looks up and his eyes widen when he sees the big cat. He doesn't know what that word means, but he knows that it's a very big cat, bigger than any cats he's seen before and while Wolf prefers dogs and cows and sheep, he loves all animals and that big cat is the prettiest cat he's ever seen.
"I'm Wolf," he says with a smile, wiggling his toes again, but he's distracted by the cat now. For this, he'll even put his shoes back on, because he knows he can't walk across the snow in his bare feet, no matter how badly he wants to. "Is it a boy cat or a girl cat?" he asks, stuffing his feet back into the shoes and fumbling with the laces.
As Wolf moves to pull his shoes back on, Buffy realizes that she missed her window for inquiry; moving forward, she can only wonder and guess as to what his reasons might have been for not wearing shoes in the first place. She misses flip-flop weather as much as the next gal, but not nearly enough to endure the anguish of freezing toes. "Hi, Wolf," she says, waving once again. She can't help the dubious squint she affects almost immediately, but as is often the case in these scenarios, a girl named Buffy is in no place to question or judge. Besides, at least Wolf is actually a word. "She's a girl cat," answers Buffy, opting to omit the colorful name history which might instead suggest a gay, boy cat. "I call her India. India, Wolf; Wolf, India. And I'm Buffy."
With the laces finally ties -- and that's his least favourite part of shoes, those stupid laces -- Wolf gets to his feet and grins at Buffy and her big cat. "Hi, Buffy. Hi, India," he greets happily, his shoes almost entirely forgotten at this point. More than almost anything, Wolf loves to meet new people and he loves to meet new animals, too. That's way better than having to worry about stupid shoes.
"Can I pet her?" he asks. "Sometimes cats like to bite Wolfs, I think."
George had been a bit miserable the past few days. He doesn't mind that the island has suddenly become some strange version of Victorian London much, but the sudden change itself is what has made George more than a bit annoyed. He'd spent weeks making lists and plans, trying to help Nina prepare for the baby, and all at once, the island had rendered a great deal of that moot.
It was as if someone was trying to make everything more difficult.
Walking towards the compound, the heels of his shoes clacking against the hard cobblestone of the street, George paused when he spotted Wolf sitting in the snow, pulling off a pair of shoes.
"I- I'm really not so sure that's such a good idea," he commented, "Not if you'd like to keep your toes, at least."
"I don't like shoes," Wolf says again, frowning as he looks up at George. "I'm just taking a break from them!" And then he's going to put them right back on, he really is, but even if his toes are cold for a little while it's worth it to have the break.
"Never had to wear shoes back home," he grumbles. "Never, never, never. I had to wear shoes in Jack's world, because the ground was dirty and had lots of broken thing on it, but never at home. Wolfs feet are too big for shoes." The ones he has now are big enough, but they're still not comfortable and he still doesn't want to be wearing them.
"Did they not have winter where you're from?" George asked, frowning at Wolf's bare feet. He didn't really see the reasons for not 'taking a break from them' inside where it was relatively warm, but to each his own, he supposed. George didn't think he'd been properly warm ever since the island had changed, actually.
Thank god he'd learned to build a fire in cubs, at least.
"Not so much snow and not so much cold," Wolf answers with a shake of his head. "It's sunny and warm and I never had to wear shoes and sometimes if it was cold, I could change and get bigger and run with the moon and then it didn't matter if it was cold. Then I didn't feel nothin', not even the cold."
Just the hunger and the joy of running with the moon. Wolf smiles, remembering that, then starts to put his shoes back on. "I miss the moon," he says.
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Zoe was fascinated by the buildings, but they didn't really compare to Wolf, who remained her favorite. "Hi Woof!"
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"Your ship is gone," he says. "I didn't know where to find you and I came looking, but everything's all different. All changed and weird. I couldn't find you."
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"Make snowman?" she asked hopefully.
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"Yeah, let's make a snowman!" he says, looking at River for permission. "Can we?"
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"Y'know what's worse than shoes? Frostbite. Except Crocks... Crocks are potentially worse than frostbite."
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He pauses, then laughs at himself. "Guess I'm not wearing shoes right now, but I have some. And I'll put them back on."
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"Great. You do that. Trust me, I've seen enough cases of people coming into a hospital with ten toes and leaving with a few less. Not pretty."
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"What's up, honey?"
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And he misses taking care of the animals. There's less to do now, except he does like the horses and he's glad that they make the cars go instead of the real cars.
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"I miss running, too," he says.
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"I'm Wolf," he says with a smile, wiggling his toes again, but he's distracted by the cat now. For this, he'll even put his shoes back on, because he knows he can't walk across the snow in his bare feet, no matter how badly he wants to. "Is it a boy cat or a girl cat?" he asks, stuffing his feet back into the shoes and fumbling with the laces.
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"Can I pet her?" he asks. "Sometimes cats like to bite Wolfs, I think."
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It was as if someone was trying to make everything more difficult.
Walking towards the compound, the heels of his shoes clacking against the hard cobblestone of the street, George paused when he spotted Wolf sitting in the snow, pulling off a pair of shoes.
"I- I'm really not so sure that's such a good idea," he commented, "Not if you'd like to keep your toes, at least."
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"Never had to wear shoes back home," he grumbles. "Never, never, never. I had to wear shoes in Jack's world, because the ground was dirty and had lots of broken thing on it, but never at home. Wolfs feet are too big for shoes." The ones he has now are big enough, but they're still not comfortable and he still doesn't want to be wearing them.
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Thank god he'd learned to build a fire in cubs, at least.
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Just the hunger and the joy of running with the moon. Wolf smiles, remembering that, then starts to put his shoes back on. "I miss the moon," he says.
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