built my house out of sails and wood.

[fidior]

Who: Edward Little & Konstantin Veshnyakov + you!
What: plotted threads with Jhey's boatman & spaceman
When: the months of August, September, & October
Where: various places in Milton / possibly Lakeside

burned it down and it's gone for good

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[desperate_times_right]

The other wolf starts to look a little more confident, inhabiting his body a little more fully. He points in the right direction and Chloe hops happily from foot to foot.

Yes! Run, hunt!

Chloe presses her shoulder to his, willing to run right alongside to show the way.

[fidior]

Her encouragement sparks something deep down in his spirit — a yearning to relinquish human control and all the filters that come with it, with withholding himself. The wolf in him doesn't know what it means to repress, to swallow down. It wants to run and play and take in the world with all of its senses.

He starts moving faster, a trot to begin with, but it's too slow, he wants to go faster, and before he knows it he's running, long legs moving swiftly through the trees with the other wolf beside him. The forest almost seems to accommodate every move he makes, as though his senses know exactly where to step, where to shift, so that he doesn't hit trees or other obstacles. It's so freeing.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe would laugh, if she were in her human body. She loves running: the wind in her fur, the promise of a hunt…

Still running in the direction the tracks lead to, Chloe throws back her head and releases a joyful howl. They're running!

[fidior]

The other wolf's howl seems to unlock something inside of him — a need to answer, to join in. He's lifting his head to howl seconds after hers, creating a brief chorus through the stillness of the wood. It makes him excited, mouth stretching back into a wider grin as he runs faster, harder, letting his nose guide him towards the scent of the tracks.

And he realises that he can smell more of them now, the source of them — meat, fresh meat, something alive and thriving. It's getting closer!

[desperate_times_right]

They're getting closer. He found it! Chloe grins back. Then, without slowing down, she mimes scooping something up with her mouth, then shakes her head sharply to one side, demonstrating her rabbit hunting technique.

Do you want to try?