the other side of this mean twilight

[fidior]

Who: Edward Little / Konstantin Veshnyakov / YOU!
What: catchall for shenanigans — let's plot something or hit me with a wildcard, I'm easy!
When: August for now, possibly September
Where: various places: potentially Milton, Lakeside, Silverpoint

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[shewhograspsthesky]

Her head tilts when he goes to the door. Did she scare him? Her best conclusion is simply that he's a strange one, but then, that seems quite obvious. What wolf here or even dog would come and go from a home just for one bowl of food? The wolves are feral, the dogs are seemingly well cared for. So where does this one fit?

She doesn't deny him. "All right, all right," she says as she opens the door again for him to leave. "You can come back in the morning. If you want to. I won't mind." It's more cheerful than her earlier tones. He probably has no idea what she's saying but even if he doesn't return, maybe he'll still be able to find food from someone else. He'll be okay, right?

[fidior]

As soon as the door opens, the wolf takes a breath of fresh, crisp outdoors air. It helps calm some of his anxiety of being trapped inside with the girl and her pet — not because he's afraid of her, but because he's afraid of harming her.

His remaining human side pushes forwards with an insistence he needs to distance himself from her, and he's hurrying out before Alicia's cheerful tone gives him pause. Unable to help himself, the wolf perks his ears, head turning back to look at her. His tail gives a slight jump, almost a wag; an animal happiness surges to the fact that her voice has shifted, that he hasn't made the human mad.

Then he remembers himself and moves on, running off down the road. Time to head home...