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[wolfitdown]

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[wolfitdown]

[ Stands a little straighter, tail lifting and ears perked, clearly pleased but. also. display of dominance. ]

I mean, yeah, I'm all that shit, but comin' into woods full'a stupider things than me smelling like you just murdered someone ain't the best decision you could make.

[thefirstmurder]

[the doctor shrugs]

The evening air is pleasant. I needed a place few wouldn't follow, and I enjoy the quiet of the woods at night. Do you mean to eat me, Mr. Wolf?

[wolfitdown]

I was hopin' you were some dying fucko I could chew on, yeah.

[ it's. hard to tell if he's joking, honestly. ]

You killin' for fun?

[thefirstmurder]

For work, but I don't consider it too bothersome.

[wolfitdown]

For someone dressed like you, you're remarkably clean.

[thefirstmurder]

I do try to be tidy. It tends to garner less suspicion.

[wolfitdown]

Well that's some illegal shit if I ever heard it.

[ wandering over, circling, close enough to brush his nose against his nose against his pants and sniff. ]

Takin' a stroll or hidin'? You're lucky I ain't got nothin' to do with that human legal system shit.

[thefirstmurder]

[watching him, demurely offering a hand. smells like blood.]

A bit of both. It's best if I disappear for a little while, at least until dawn.

[wolfitdown]

[ sniffing his hand, briefly, before stalking away, shifting to human form quickly enough from one step to the next. ]

If you got something to trade I've got a place for you to stay.

[thefirstmurder]

[the shift garners some genuine surprise from the doctor for a moment]

What sort of trade interests you?

[wolfitdown]

Well. I don't need food, and I don't need money. Ain't got no use for technology as a wolf.

What you got to offer?

[thefirstmurder]

You don't need food? What about protection, or a pack?

[wolfitdown]

Can protect myself well enough.

[ he frowns at the other, though. ]

Ain't got a pack. And you ain't a wolf, otherwise, I wouldn't be barterin' with you right now.

[thefirstmurder]

Hmm, let me think... you don't seem ill or injured, so I expect you'll have little need for a doctor. If you've no qualms about obtaining your own food, you won't be interested in the prey that I kill. I could lure some more unsuspecting humans into these woods, but that may garner interference from the humans that live nearby.

I suppose the best I have, then, is to offer entertainment.

[wolfitdown]

Stars, no, I don't eat humans. That was a joke.

[ looks kind of appalled actually. ]

What sorta entertainment? I don't wanna watch you start hackin' someone apart.

[thefirstmurder]

[the doctor chuckles, and steps forward]

My apologies. As for that, tell me what interests you, what entertains you. I'll do my utmost best to fulfill it.

[wolfitdown]

[ rubs his chin thoughtfully ]

Hunting, fucking, fighting...

[thefirstmurder]

Hmm. How about a chase, then? I may not be as strong or as fast as a wolf, but I could make a go of it.

[wolfitdown]

[ huffs, smiling. ]

You could try. I'd even give you a head start.

[thefirstmurder]

I do hope it won't be too easy for you. Shall we begin?

[the doctor shifts as though he's going to start sprinting]

[wolfitdown]

Have at it.

[ honestly watching this doctor dude running might be funny enough ]

[thefirstmurder]

[NYOOM. he's reasonably fast for a human--he looks pretty thin, so he's got speed on his side. still, he is just a normal human otherwise, so the scent isn't difficult to follow... though if jules is following the scent of blood, it splits off deep in the forest where the doctor's tracks seem to make a roundabout]

[wolfitdown]

[ he gives him a good fifteen minutes, stalking leisurely after him in his large mid-form on all fours. That splut is interesting enough, so he follows it until it ends or double back, before heading back to the nation scent trail.

He picks up some speed, though, when the smell is fresher. ]

[thefirstmurder]

[he'll soon catch a whiff and a glimpse of the doctor's long silver hair trailing after him as he runs]

[wolfitdown]

[ pelts after him, until he's all huffing breaths and hot, wet panting against the doctor's back, slowing just enough to keep on his heels for a few seconds before reaching a paw-hand out, rough and snatching ]