Thirty-Fourth Flower [Action - Open]

[heart_of_courage]

[If you are wandering about Center City today MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. ]

[Toboe is coming through at top speeds, leaping through intersections, dashing down alleyways, through streets, over fences, occasionally dashing up the wall to get over busy sidewalk spots. Whatever he is doing at the moment, he's doing it as fast as his four legs will take him.]

[If you don't move out of the way, prepare to be run into. This wolf is in a very big hurry to get out of here.]

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[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[Luckily for her, this one doesn't bite. Toboe just sniffs nervously at her hand before his head snaps up to look around at a sound down the street.]

[He nudges her back towards the sidewalk with a whine]

[not117.livejournal.com]

What's the matter?

[Kelly looks down the street too, but gets to the sidewalk anyway.]

Come on. You can come too. You'll get hit by a car if you stay there.

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[Toboe makes a half limped run after her and presses against her side, looking around. Maybe if he pretends to be her dog people won't try to shoot him again.]

[not117.livejournal.com]

Why are you walking like that?

[She bends down to look him over.]

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[Warily, he takes a small step back, pulling his injured left paw up to lick at the scrape.]

[He watches Kelly with wide, nervous eyes.]

[not117.livejournal.com]

[Kelly looks at it, but doesn't touch it, then stands back up and pats his head sadly.]

It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. I should probably find a grown-up to look at it...

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[At this, Toboe gives a low growl. Adults made him nervous. He didn't want to be shot at anymore. He just wanted to be back with Granny where it was safe.]

[Instead he moved closer to Kelly again, licking one of the little girl's scrapes apologetically.]

[not117.livejournal.com]

[Kelly pats him some more and gives him a little cuddle to show she's not mad.]

It's okay.

[She thinks for a bit, looking around.]

Well. I guess you can come with me. Maybe we can find your owners.

[...She still thinks he's a dog.]

[littlelostwolf.livejournal.com]

[Toboe wags his tail and licks her hand, sticking close to the little girl. The more people think he is a dog, the better]

[not117.livejournal.com]

[Kelly giggle and pats him one more time before continuing in the direction she was headed in earlier.]

Good doggie.