07-29-2008, 11:11 AM
Asmodai walked noisily to the pens, having made the decision not to mask his movements here. It would seem strange for such a large wolf to move so quietly...and he didn't want to seem strange. He had shifted down temporarily, deciding to spend the day in his four-legged form rather than the eight-foot lycanthrope body which he usually preferred. There was a certain freedom to having four feet and no hands, a freedom from getting bogged down with unimportant or human things and ideas, a freedom from getting chained to everything, a freedom that would let him just...run.
"Hello, Iskata," he said as he approached, smiling and wagging his own tail in reply to her obvious excitement, though he didn't know what the motivation was, what thoughts were going through her head to illicit such excitement? "I see that you've got some pets in there. A little difficult to manage, I'd think, especially in your condition." Not that having an injured foreleg had much to do with managing them. If the bull inside decided to gore her, it wouldn't matter what health she was in, running would be the only out. Unfortunately, legs were crucial to running, hence his concern. He hadn't seen anyone handle animals that way in quite a while.
He wasn't accompanied by the pack he usually carried, it was awkward to carry on his back when on four legs. Instead he had left it near the beach, where he intended to return to by nightfall. If anyone needed help before then, well, he would be somewhat limited in how he might assist, though he would still make an attempt. Hopefully no one else would need stitches any time soon.
"Hello, Iskata," he said as he approached, smiling and wagging his own tail in reply to her obvious excitement, though he didn't know what the motivation was, what thoughts were going through her head to illicit such excitement? "I see that you've got some pets in there. A little difficult to manage, I'd think, especially in your condition." Not that having an injured foreleg had much to do with managing them. If the bull inside decided to gore her, it wouldn't matter what health she was in, running would be the only out. Unfortunately, legs were crucial to running, hence his concern. He hadn't seen anyone handle animals that way in quite a while.
He wasn't accompanied by the pack he usually carried, it was awkward to carry on his back when on four legs. Instead he had left it near the beach, where he intended to return to by nightfall. If anyone needed help before then, well, he would be somewhat limited in how he might assist, though he would still make an attempt. Hopefully no one else would need stitches any time soon.