21 February 2012 @ 06:30 pm
8th Howl  

...I wonder if this is what it feels like after a long week of drinking alcohol. I've never had any before, but I've read that blackouts are common when one binges. Anyways, I seem to have lost some time, so I apologize to anyone [she attempted to jump into the lap of as if she was a chihuahua instead of a wolf] I acted... unusual toward.

I do have a question for you all. How many of you consider yourself kin to canines? Dogs, wolves, foxes or the like...

[She then chuckles.] And Garviel? You don't count for this purposes of this call. But I'd like to see you.
29 January 2012 @ 10:50 am
7th Howl  
[Action - Outside Hospital and across town]

[Opening her eyes was hard, if only because of all the blood drying at the corner of her eyes. But the large orange wolf lowered her head and rubbed the sides of her face against her legs enough to be able to open her eyes.

Arf was alive, but it felt... wrong. Everything felt wrong and she wasn't sure why.

Why was she in front of the hospital? She'd been in her master's arms when she died. So... maybe it didn't matter. Her head felt odd, like she was swimming through mental goo. But she should go home. That's where she belonged, right?

So, the wolf with blood covering her snout and down her front started slowly across town. Not really noticing or thinking about the blood, it really made her look like quite feral and as if she just killed someone to anyone passing by.]