( OPEN LOG | here be giant wolves )

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Date & Time: Backdated to the blackout!
Location: Around the city, making his way to the Outlands. Random spots, most of them a little isolated.
Characters: Peter (aka random giant black wolf) and YOU!
Summary: Peter takes advantage of the black out to go around in his wolf form to get some energy and food he needs. This means hunting down critters and eating them raw. Blech. Feel free to run into him and possibly find a friend in a giant black wolf.
Warnings: tba!

He sniffs the ground carefully, head lifting to look up at the sky, try to find stars he can recognize. No such thing; be it the passage of time or the geography has changed their place or simply made constellations unrecognizable. There wasn't much point in using them to guide him anyway - the way to the Outlands and back shouldn't be too hard when he's got several senses to lead the way.

So he makes use of them, padding and occasionally running, always careful not to stir too much attention, good or bad. Wouldn't want anyone using his or her weapon against him just because he gave them an accidental fright, would we...

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[flecks]

Leo has to squint a little, but that . . . could be taken as a nod, couldn't it? His smile widens and he ignores Jabberwock for the moment as it stretches its neck, head coming to loom next to its master, to keep the wolf in close sight.

"Can't talk?" The answer to that seems obvious to him, so Leo carries right on. "That's unfortunate. I suppose you can't really stay in the apartments looking like that."

It feels like something out of a book, sitting here talking to a big wolf with a monster by his side. Like a quaint little fairy tale. At least Exsilium was good at making it seem like one was living in the stories he's read about in so many books. There's a brief contemplative pause as Leo realizes something.

"Are you searching for food?"

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Peter's own name was something out of a storybook, really. Who hadn't heard of the tale of the little hunter by the same name who'd gone after the big bad wolf? Maybe his father found some quaint irony in it - Peter, the Wolf, as opposed to Peter & the Wolf. A story by that name should have a happier ending for everyone, he supposed. Maybe that's what he was trying to do: change the idea of the story. It wasn't something a lot of people got to think about; very few outside either side of his family knew who and what he really was, save for people like Freddie.

But Freddie was a name he was trying not to think about. He still felt confused and heartbroken at the knowledge his sister had passed on, in their fateful encounter, right here in Exsilium.

A tilt of his head followed both questions, trying to ignore the presence of the monster, or at least consider it harmless, for now. Its master seemed that way. The he nodded once more, clumsily, almost a comedic imitation of the human gesture. Yes, he was searching for food, hopefully in the shape of a living critter with fresh meat he could digest.

[flecks]

"I see." The basic need of any animal, no surprise there. For a brief moment Leo just looks contemplatively at the wolf before he suddenly fetches his tablet from his pocket, seemingly checking something (the time actually) and then tucking it away again under a minute. It was getting late, certainly, however . . .

"The butcher might still be around."

Granted, all the freshest stuff would have been sold in the market during the morning, but perhaps there might be still some scraps left or something. It wouldn't hurt to try.

It's a simple suggestion he offers the wolf while Jabberwock watches on, its head swaying slightly.

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The butcher? He hasn't quite considered that, simply assuming a giant wolf wouldn't be so easily welcomed, as polite as he played himself to be. But if this human was sure, he wouldn't turn the proposition down. He tilts his head with curious eyes, then ducks it softly, either to accept or to pick up another bit of scent around them.

[flecks]

Leo takes it as an acceptance, at a lack of knowing what else it might be, and he nods in return. Using Jabberwock's head, fingers tangling in soft giant feathers, Leo pulls himself back to his feet before turning to the Chain to briefly address it.

"It's okay." He murmurs and the monstrous creature flickers out of existence again. The penalty on Transports killing each other would be a lot more severe than the punishment he'd gotten for accidentally killing an Initiative member, so even if the wolf decides it's hungry enough for him after all, there's always that. Right now the idea of taking a wolf to go see a butcher for food is a more amusing one. Something interesting to pass the time he would otherwise spend reading.

With Jabberwock gone, he looks back to the wolf with a smile before he starts walking. "Follow me."

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Follow he does, still uncertain about the beast, even if its presence is no longer an immediate concern. He's never witnessed someone who could simply summon a living creature into existence - the idea itself is still trying to find a place to settle in his mind.

Peter stays a couple of steps behind Leo, head down, tail swinging softly with each step. He can't... quite find it in himself to strike up more conversation with the human. Curiosity has rendered him silent.

[flecks]

"I'm Leo." He tells the wolf as they start on their little journey together, but that's about all Leo says then, not being a big talker himself and what were you supposed to say to a wolf anyway? One-way conversations weren't his forte and there's nothing wrong with some silent company. It's the company he generally prefers to keep, but rarely has.

Leo navigates the streets with easy familiarity, occasionally glancing behind him to see if the wolf is still there, and it doesn't take too terribly long to find his way to the butcher's shop.

"Here we are." It says 'Closed' though, but Leo's hardly deterred when there's a faint glow of light in the back so he moves around to go find the back door.