Step In, Step Out

[clearlyleah]

 Leah will admit to herself perhaps this one time that being a wolf is not so bad. She runs through the trees, smug that she is faster than all the others, and uses the cover of dusk to skip ahead, taking shortcuts that only she knows. This is the second time she's been on this path for the day, and the faster she runs, the more she feels like she

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[deadlydanvers]

He smells her from a long ways away, and shortly after she is human again, there is a very large - abnormally large, even for werewolf standards - blonde-furred wolf, taking a dominant posture, baring canines, and growling something that is definitely a warning.

Possessive, aggressive, domineering bastard? Meet Clayton. More wolf than man, everyone's favorite piece of manflesh. When he's human and not being an antisocial ass.

[clearlyleah]

Leah is just tugging her short cutoff shorts past her his when she realizes she's not the only person in the area any longer, and she buttons them with a switch of her thumb while simultaneously moving her arm to assure that her over-shirt was on all the way as opposed to half-hanging.

"There you guys are, I -- "

And she stops in mid-sentence because she realizes that she does not know this blonde wolf. At all. Leah's not precisely submissive, though, and so a sort of confused expression crosses her face.

"I just put my clothes on," she says pointedly. "If we have to do the man-dance, you need to turn around so I can take them off again, or you owe me a new pair of shorts, buddy." There's not any detectable traces of fear in her voice, but she's not precisely opening her arms, either.

[deadlydanvers]

Blonde wolf does not look particularly interested, really, actually, except in possibly taking off a few limbs. He takes a stalking step nearer her, blue eyes intent and narrowed, growl deepening a few decibels. Friendly he is not.

His hackles bristle.

[clearlyleah]

Leah's posture is fairly relaxed, because she really isn't the type to get riled up about this - so long as this is all it is. When he starts to advance, however, her entire demeanor changes. Visibly, she shifts her weight, her arms unfolding from beneath her breasts and slow moving to her sides.

"I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm going to ask you really nicely to step off," she says, her speech crystal clear. Leah hasn't ever fought without the pack before, but there's a first for everything - and if not, well, she's faster than all of them, so here's hoping she's faster than whoever this fellow is, too.

[crimson_sugar]

Here's someone who's both unafraid of wolves (thanks to her friendship with Firekeeper) and used to nudity (little else can be expected of a reformed prostitute).

Sugar, a nineteenth-century dressed in semi-Edwardian dress that isn't unlike contemporary gothic garb, is looking at the wolf in interest as it passes by her, wherever that may be.

[clearlyleah]

Leah is still exploring, deciding to go once around the house before she heads in to find out what the deal is. She literally stops with a little puff of dust to indicate how fast she did stop, however, when she sees the fiery redhead in the dress.

Now, she doesn't feel like a vampire, so it can't be Victoria... but who else has red hair that wears such elaborate clothing? They said that she did.

But the smells weren't adding up. Leah takes two steps towards Sugar, and then stops, paw in mid-step to the ground. She really isn't sure about this. Really, really isn't sure, and it's indicated from a small whining sound she makes.

[crimson_sugar]

She's completely human, a most ordinary 19th-century human girl, who smells of cream because she's ruthlessly battling a rare form of psoriasis, and of power and perfume because she likes to smell sweet, which she does. She has a boyfriend to please, and a little girl to coddle, though neither are around at the moment.

Sugar looks at the wolf without fear. "Well... hello."

She's not sure if it can talk, but well... Firekeeper wouldn't like it if she jumped high in the air, now, would she?

[clearlyleah]

Leah senses that the woman is not afriad; on the contrary, she garners the feeling that the woman is talking to her much like she'd talk to anyone else. Leah's tail wags a little, more or less because she's terribly relieved that this isn't Victoria, and that she's still safely away from everyone, whose thoughts she still cannot hear.

She can't very well talk in this form, though, but she's not quite sure she's ready to just phase yet, so she lets out a yap in greeting, and approaches with less caution than before. If Sugar starts to make sudden or threatening movements, Leah's going to run. Until then, she wants to investigate further.

[tricky_bowman]

Tristan was out hunting - and up to Leah's typist to confirm if he sees a wolf or a girl, and how covered she is.

If there is a wolf, he will crouch to a wary stance, but he will not arm his bow. He certainly smells of wolf himself, for sheer virtue of being quite close to Robb Stark and Grey Wind.

If there is a girl, he will either turn around and be embarrassed if she is nude... if she is fully clothed, he will clear his throat to indicate his presence.

[clearlyleah]

Tristan scares the bejeezus out of Leah, who is indeed clothed, but preoccupied in the discovery that she has no shoes. She's currently looking around in the low light and trying to discover if perhaps she didn't forget them on her way out of the house and they might have just fallen off in her run. She had them knotted and tied in the bundle of clothing, didn't she?

At the sound of a male throat clearing, she jumps and lets out a squeal not at all unlike what she is - a very startled girl - and turns around, hand pressed to her chest. "Gah!" she exclaims. She'd have thrown a stick if she'd have recognized him.

She doesn't miss the smell, however different her senses are in human form, and it's clear on her face as she takes a precautionary sniff in his direction. "...but you smell like them," she says, as though coming to her own conclusions about his race.

[tricky_bowman]

Tristan's eyebrows creep up to the top of his forehead. He was about to apologize for scaring Leah, but her comment was too odd for him to ignore. Thus the strange sentence, that escapes his lips, "Forgive me, Lady, I did not mean to --- Like them?"

He is dressed in medieval garb, still, lightly for the hunting exercise, a trusty bow on his shoulder, and there's a young hound coming through the bushes, lolopping messily. He whistles to stop him, and the dog skids into his legs before it looks at Leah with evident defiance.

At the same time, Husdent II doesn't even growl, as if he knew that he had nothing on the wolf-smelling woman.

[clearlyleah]

"Uhhhh," stammers Leah, who didn't realize how well her voice carries in the dead quiet of the woods. "Nothing! I was just talking to myself. Which I do very often - " she makes an odd hand gesture, a very expressive girl indeed, and then thrusts both of her hands into the pockets of her shorts in such a manner that causes the pockets to poke from beneath the frays of the cutoffs, her fingertips seen wiggling.

"Say, you haven't seen a pair of shoes around here, have you?" she asks, looking around. It takes her a moment before her head snaps back at him, and she studies very closely his clothing.

"I... I'm not home anymore, am I?" she asks, almost softly, like it would break her heart to hear the answer. Really, Leah's temperamental enough that it really might - but then again, Tristan, it might not.

[doriath_crowned]

Elurin has been doing reckless things lately, as evidence by the raw gash under his chin, where Curufin drove his blade in.

He's one of those kids who run off when caretakers aren't looking, and an emotional teen who's recovering from a painful and confusing heartbreak, and lately, it's been hard to keep tabs on him for his twin brother.

And thus there is a young elf, sitting on a stone, and sunbathing. Or something. Feel free to come sniff at, Leah. He likes the beasts of the forests.

[clearlyleah]

Leah knows of heartbreak, more than she'll ever admit. Currently she's just walking around, sniffing at this and that. She's decided that she is definitely NOT in Washington anymore, and she's comfortable with the idea. No more Washington, no more wolfpack, no more Sam. Regrettably, no more Seth, but no more pain, and perhaps no more changing into a wolf, either - although right now, it's done her a bit of good.

She spots the boy sitting by himself, and she slowly, slowly approaches him. If he notices the thing tied to her right rear leg, he'll see clothing (shorts, a tanktop, and a white button down shirt, but really, it was wadded up) but she's got nothing else to speak of on her that could be considered strange. Really, Leah's just a tawny coloured wolf of moderate size. Perhaps she's large for a female, but she's not colossal.

[doriath_crowned]

Elves have excellent sense - more atune than humans, and he heard the wolf coming a long ways. He'll roll to the side, and for a split second, he mistakes her for another, before he actually clicks that this is not the wolf he's used to.

He observes, keenly, not afraid but certainly attentive. He's not moving for now.

We're assuming that Elurin probably smells like no-one (or nothing) Leah has never smelled before - half-elven, with Maiar heritage, he probably has a unique smell.

[clearlyleah]

She doesn't smell anything about Elurin that she recognizes, obviously, and it intrigues her. She moves in a half-circle around him, not quite stalking, but not precisely being obvious, either. She can see from the way his eyes move that he can see her, but she doesn't really seem to form any obviously aggressive movements.

Finally, she'll step in, and approach. She wishes she had a way to talk to people without having to phase, but then again, a talking wolf? It was nonsense. She tries not to appear horribly brutish, and so her ears and tail pick up quite a bit, giving her a most curious impression.

[topazandblood]

Edward had taken Tres, his seven month old son, out for a walk, carefully holding the squirmy and excited infant in his arms while he points out the changing leaves.

He smells Leah before he sees her, and wrinkles his nose faintly. Lovely. More wolves. Well, he'd promised Bella he'd be civilized, hadn't he? So he sits on the front porch steps, bouncing Tres in his lap and waiting to see if Leah wants to say hello.

[clearlyleah]

Leah's got her thumbs hooked into the unoccupied belt loops of her shorts, and she's absently wandering around, sniffing every few moments to see if anything familiar catches her attention. When she smells Edward before she sees him, her posture visibly changes for a moment as she stills, and then ever so slowly she turns around to the direction he's in.

"So does this mean that everyone is here, or is it just you?" she asks. She doesn't make much in the way of effort to walk to him, because Leah... doesn't really like him that much. Well, she supposes, she doesn't dislike him, either. She's more aligned with Jacob, if she'd have to pick, but right now is her chance to align with herself, and she's taking it.