come_sailaway | care and feeding for your wolf

Who: Ylva and the curious
What: Shenanigans with Wild Shape
When: Early September, I guess. Time is soup.

just a little nap

Ylva is a wolf and has no problem telling anyone about that fact. Still, there are other shapes she enjoys. She is not one to be pinned down to one approach to anything. She's flexible that way.

What this means, at the moment, is that there is an allosaurus stretched out on the pool deck, enjoying the sun. Mammals are fine, but have you ever been a large, warm-blooded reptile in a patch of sunlight? Her feathers are fluffed up strategically for maximum sunning, tail curled politely around her, head tucked gently into the classic bird pose of "using my own back as a pillow."

She is very much asleep, but not deeply so.

just a little awoo

When night falls, though, it's possible to hear howling.

The curious will find a large, shaggy wolf pacing the sports deck under the moon, restless and unhappy. She throws her head back to howl, and stops, listening. There's no answer, of course. She knows there can't be an answer. Still, she does howl, and wait, and listen.

She remains alert, though, one ear always out for someone who might come to investigate the actual howling wolf wandering the deck of the ship.

Threaded | Flat

Pratt is just standing by the railing, listlessly unfurling and dropping parachute army men from the arcade over the side and watching them drown. Well assuming they do, it's dark enough that he can only see the parachute part once they get far enough down to hit the water. There's something soothing there, and he knows why, but he doesn't care right now.

He jerks upright when he hears the howl, moving towards it before he even realizes. It's been so long since he's heard the pack he cared for back home howl, something that was always calming and reassuring. This isn't like that though, the wolf that's howling is clearly sad, calling out for a reply that isn't going to come.

"Hey? Where you at?" Absolutely no fear at all as he goes to look for a strange wolf.

Maeve stops as she spots the creature from the fight again. She still doesn't know what it's called, but she can recognize it now that she's seen it. Part of her wishes that Steven was there. Maybe he could tell her what it was called.

Either way, she sits herself down in one of the chairs and leans back as she does. She doesn't want to bother the sleeping creature, but she is happy to just lean back and relax for a little while in its proximity.

OOOOOOOOH. Now he knows what an allosaurus is supposed to look like. Like, he's seen Jurassic Park, he's watched nature documentaries, he saw Walking with Dinosaurs or whatever. But that's waaaaay different than actually seeing a dinosaur just fucking napping on deck like it's no big deal.

He's halfway through taking out his phone before he realizes that it's hella rude to just like, take pictures of people without their permission????? He knows -- or thinks he knows, which is the same thing -- that this is the transforming furry girl from the arcade, so it's basically the same as trying to snap a candid of a cosplayer while they're eating or something.

So, in true convention-goer fashion, he's just gonna be like, "HEEYYY, you cool if I take a picture of you???"

awooooooo

just a little nap

NAPPING DINOSAUR