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Hawke plz

[slaughtergreedy]

[Listen.

Wherever Hawke was, apparently now she's somewhere that has a distinct Someone In Charge. Not everywhere does, but this place? This place has that.

Is it distinguishable from one tree to the next? Absolutely. If you are, say, a dog the size of a pony. Or maybe a smaller dog. Freki can't be sure. Freki hasn't been a smaller dog for eons now.

Of course, not being small for eons tends to make an animal less than painfully afraid whenever its territory is violated. That's why this particular creature is simply padding closer to investigate, tail wagging absently side to side, very much led by the little twitches of his own nose.]

puppy!

[questionablewit]

[To quote Varric: all this shit is weird.

Hawke has no idea where she is or how she got here. It's a bloody great big forest, so that...could be worse, probably. To her everything looks the same, in all directions. As fr as she knows she's been wandering in circles for an hour.

Teo, of course, knows better, and she trusts his judgement. With directions, at least; his judgement is noticeably dubious if his sense of humor is involved. Teo sniffs at a tree here and there and occassionally whimpers and occassionally is curious and excited, which Hawke can translate as "Something unusual and interesting and possibly dangerous and very big lives here only I'm not sure where."

Teo himself is the size of a small pony, like most of his breed, his head coming up past Hawke's waist. His breed is uncommon, however, and when the new dog approaches it's obvious he's not a mabari, whatever he is. Hawke's stance turns wary, but Teo looks more intrigued than aggressive or defensive of his person, so she relaxes, especially once she sees the new dog's tail wagging aimlessly. She might not know where she is, but she knows dogs.]

Huh. What have we got here, old boy? He might even be bigger than you.

[Teo would normally take offense at this, since he's obviously the biggest, best, strongest mabari ever, which is only appropriate since his master (who is perfect) deserves the best. He's distracted, however, because this dog doesn't smell exactly like a dog. He smells like more-than-dog, dog-plus-extra, something beyond alpha dog and into unidentifiable magic smells. Teo has a lot of experience with the weird.

He doesn't smell territorial though, and Teo barks a little. Hello, we're lost, we don't intend to take your space or hunt creatures which are yours, who are you?]

puppies for dayz

[slaughtergreedy]

[The Æsir had to be minded. To some extent--under some direction--the Vanir and the Jotun had to be minded. Nothing else really bore being terribly concerned about.

The child of the Middle Abode certainly bears no consideration. Her companion, however, is absolutely fascinating.

Freki had known his brother forever, of course. He had known, in fits and starts, Sköll and Hati. From a distance, he could recognize the hateful scent of the Hróðvitnir.

This is none of those things.

The friendly bark stills Freki for a moment, tail swishing more intently for a heartbeat before stilling entirely. This one sounds a good deal more like the small, scruffy things which followed war bands on Midgard. That requires a moment of continuing to sniff delicately at in consideration.

Another slow wag of the tail, and Freki lifts his head properly, apparently satisfied with the distant examination. His attention flits to the bipedal intruder, who frankly looks as if she has no claws at all and barely enough teeth to rend already dead meat.

That, surely, is the question behind the unimpressed sneeze Freki directs at the other canine. What's that thing for, buddy. Why bring it here.]