[A timber wolf is wandering through the square. It doesn't appear to be hostile, but its head is down like it is following something--occasionally it will lift and sniff at the air.]
[The City is a strange place, sure, but it's still not every day you see a wolf wandering around. The appropriate response to sighting a wolf is, of course, to get away as fast as possible, but this one doesn't seem to be interested in attacking anybody, so despite her better instincts, Rosella finds herself pausing to watch and trying to see what it's doing]
[He is trying very hard to figure out that smell of half-rotted flesh and also that whole aura of death-and-doom-and-destruction that the sudden stopping of the ticking seems to foretell. It seemed safe to do it this way. His ears perk up and he lifts his head to look at Rosella when he catches wind of her--he stares at her for a second, then lets his tongue loll out and his tail wag like a dog. Not threatening, just curious.]
[Well, that's certainly a strange reaction to see from a wolf. But he seems friendly enough, and it doesn't look like he's interested in harming anybody, so she moves a little closer; maybe he's lost and looking for a way back to the forest?]
[He perks his ears up and cocks his head to the side as if he's listening for something--probably killer zombies out to eat all of their brains--but, feeling pretty safe about it, relaxes and lets her approach alright and everything.]
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