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[perdre]

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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[nekoed]

Neko jumps back when she hears him, although it's only out of surprise; she's no longer frightened by then. She tries to answer, but all she can do is meow merrily for a moment before realizing she can't talk like a person while she's a cat. Of course. It's easy to forget.

So she does the next best thing; she creates the illusion of her voice, only for Peter to listen.

"I'm Neko. Who are you?"

[perdre]

He tilts his head. There's so much to be found here, and just in the people and creatures he meets along the way. Who knows what there is to learn about them all.

My name is Peter.

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[nekoed]

Neko is simply imagining how it would be to ride over the big dog.

Because cats are simpler than you might think.

"Peter is not a dog's name...?" Hesitation hangs at the end of the sentence.

[perdre]

He tilts his head, producing a small, high-pitched sound in the back of his throat.

I'm not a dog.