After the debate, the wolf had slipped away, pausing only to hear the blacksmith whisper friendly words to it. The man's words pleased it very much; it had padded away with its tail wagging gently and its tongue lolling happily out its mouth.
First, it walked by the butcher's, smelling the meat in the air. The butcher, who was hard at work over an animal the humans would feast on that night, eyed Shadow with distrust. The wolf pulled its ears back, lowered its eyes respectfully, and slunk off. It had made off with a whole deer once as a yearling, and had learned very quickly that stealing was the worst idea ever around humans: they all became very noisy and angry, and Shadow had bared its fangs at them, worrying they were going to eat it instead. If not for Taft's diplomacy, it might not have survived that particular mistake. Five years later, the butcher still acted suspicious when Shadow came around her stall, though she'd be the first to scratch its belly anywhere else. Shadow never stole from the village again... But still, it couldn't resist sniffing the delicious scents every time it passed by.
Now, it wanders into the village square, drooling and licking its chops. As soon as it steps into the square, it's painfully aware of the ugly, unnatural banner stabbed into the middle of the square, like a tooth in the neck of a deer. Shadow's fur stands on end. It stands very still for a moment, tail stretched out straight and still behind it. Then, the wolf instinctively finds the shadows at the edge of the square and blends in. From this shadowy position, it observes the banner. Is that thing really watching the village, or are the anxiety and paranoia of Shadow's human friends rubbing off on it? The only way to find out is to check.
Shadow sniffs the air, trying to detect any trace scents still sticking to the banner. Then, it closes its eyes, pricks up its ears, and listens in the same way it was taught to listen for spirits.
It hears nothing unusual. It smells nothing unusual. The wolf sneezes and opens its eyes. Looks like it's time to get serious.
Shadow tenses for a moment, and then leaps upwards, onto the roof of the building next to it. It takes a deep breath, breathing in power and motivation as it breathes air. Lungs full, it points its snout to the sky, and lets loose a long, undulating howl followed by a bark.
OOC:
Intent: Primal Bark. I intend to scare away any spirits or supernatural workings in the area, including within the banner. I also call my pack to join is.
Last edited December 21, 2017 10:14 am