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Mar 17, 2007 17:36

The city's quiet tonight ( Read more... )

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handfulof_npcs March 18 2007, 00:54:13 UTC
Keen senses would be able to pick up the scent of rotting flesh and the sound of crunching bones from a few streets down.

It seems the city is down one more zombie. Courtesy of another wolf, judging by the growling.

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bass_line_blues March 18 2007, 00:58:34 UTC
The scent isn't one that the Preston-wolf recognizes.

(Nor is the action, for that matter; killing a zombie is one thing, but what self-respecting wolf keeps chewing on it after it's dead? Ew.)

It's probably wisest to avoid the whole scene and go around. The unfortunate thing about being wolf is that instinct overcomes wisdom, though - so instead, he turns and pads cautiously in the direction of the stranger, to see who's hunting on these (their) streets.

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handfulof_npcs March 18 2007, 01:03:42 UTC
The low rumbled growl turns to a snarl as Preston rounds the corner and spots the other wolf.

He's big, taller and longer than Preston, but certainly not as well fed or groomed. His fur is matted with old blood and gore at the moment, most of it likely from the decimated zombie at his feet.

Stalking forward, he gives an interrogatory bark.

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bass_line_blues March 18 2007, 01:10:41 UTC
The wolf that is Preston stands his ground for the moment, warily, ears half-back, a low growl coming from his throat.

He'd know if the other belonged to a familiar pack. If he doesn't, then he has no rights to challenge.

. . . this would be more reassuring if there was an alpha present. And if the other wolf smelled like one that was likely to act in a normal fashion. Instead -

Preston isn't very experienced at identifying wolf-scents. But his instincts are telling him, very clearly, that something is wrong with this one.

Cautiously, he takes a step back.

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