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[heartofahuntsman]

[Look, human. Generally speaking Wolf doesn't much care for your species, but you are trying to find a way that makes his friend survive. That makes you seem okay. But can you stop trying to amass more humans to put him around?

Wolf has no desire to end up hunted again.]

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[heartless_huntsman]

She just wants you to make some friends.

[heartofahuntsman]

[But we are a pack. Why would we need more friends.]

[heartless_huntsman]

She's human, she doesn't understand.

[heartofahuntsman]

[At least she seems to have done one thing right. She gave you back your heart with that other human character.]

[heartless_huntsman]

That she got very right. I really do love him.

[heartofahuntsman]

[Yes. That thing makes up for a lot of the stupid, very human things she keeps doing. Like trying to encourage humans to come talk to Wolf.]

[heartless_huntsman]

You're pretty fun to talk to though, and this place is just crawling with people who's got various abilities that should make it possible for them to understand you.

[heartofahuntsman]

[Yes, but why? What good does that do a Wolf? A bunch of humans.

Wolf would rather just get you back and find the rest of the pack.]

[heartless_huntsman]

My mun says she's starting to understand where I got my grumpiness from.

[heartofahuntsman]

[They hunt us for sport and take our skin. Whatever grumpiness there is is only fair.]

[heartless_huntsman]

You and me are hunters too, my friend. Not that I'm fond of how most humans go about it either.

[heartofahuntsman]

[It's different. We hunt because we have to. They hunt us because they think it is fun. A challenge. How many humans do you know that eat what they kill of us, or respect the order of the forest?]

Wrong Snow but hey!

[onebadapple]

Oh you poor thing! You've been hunted?

[heartofahuntsman]

[Yes, but she understands him more than the Snow from his world would have.

Wolf tilts his head curiously. Well. You don't seem to be armed.

People seem to think hunting wolves is good sport]

[onebadapple]

[Well, she's got her own magic going on.]

Armed? No, most certainly not!

No one should be hunted.

[heartofahuntsman]

[Wolf is not so sure about the no one. He does have to eat, after all. But no one should be hunted without a need for it.]

[fashionistawolf]

[Sorry, bro, but talking to your human in a place like this draws the attention of all sorts, including humans! As compensation, have something in between, dressed in flashily dressed, watching you curiously.]

[heartofahuntsman]

[Of course it does. That was probably her plan all along. But other wolves, no matter how strangely they may be dressed, do not bother him. One of his pack is even more human-looking outside than this one.]

[fashionistawolf]

[Oh? Even more human-looking? She wonders how he'd recognize him if they weren't related! Does he have a wolf's scent, at least, or is it in the way he thinks, moves, and acts? Subtle things?

All the wolf packs she knows tend to look alike, at least in that they all have fangs, claws, and wolfish ears!]

[swanprincess]

[Emma couldn't help but have that scary suspicion that this was the same wolf that may have very well caused her to drive into the Storybrooke sign the first night she had planned on leaving town.

Granted, that was a while ago. It may not have been the same wolf. Still, she was weary, and just stared at it... from a distance... sort of.]

[heartofahuntsman]

[It may not have been, but nothing in Storybrooke is ever actually a coincidence. No matter how good people are at fooling themselves otherwise.

But he's not going to press her right now. Just sit, that distance away, and watch.]

[scents]

[ Sniff.

Well hey, bro. We've got a lot in common, huh? ]

[heartofahuntsman]

[Scents in common, at least. And a bit more than that as well.

You are not like the other humans who go in and out of the forest. But you are not really like the Huntsman either.]

[hotashale]

[Well, you're different. Don't mind Peter, he's just going to cock his head to the side and sniff as he tries to figure out what kind of wolf you are.]

[heartofahuntsman]

[The Wolf mirrors his movements, sniffing at the air as well. Your scent is an odd one, not quite human or wolf. It reminds him a bit of his pack-mate but there is something different about yours.]

[hotashale]

[Right back at you. Your scent... it's not werewolf but it's too different to belong to a normal wolf.

Peter's curious. He crouches down, getting to eye level with the creature.]

What are the odds you can speak?

[heartofahuntsman]

[What are the odds you can understand him? Of course he can speak. His problem is that human shaped things generally do not seem to understand how to listen.

So. Human-shaped wolf. Can you listen? You look like you are clever enough to be able to, but even the Huntsman forgot how to speak to Wolf when he thought of himself as a human.]

[hotashale]

[Oh, and he is clever. Peter, if nothing else, is very clever. But while he knows that this wolf is sentient, is trying to speak with him, he's no quite picking up on the meaning.

Not like this, anyway.

An idea occurs to Peter. With a twist of his neck, he shifts. It's only his beta shape, so still human-esque. But fangs grow from his teeth, long muttonchops that more resemble fur than hair emerge on the sides of his face, the claws come out, and his ears grow pointed. Much more suitable for wolf communication.

He looks the wolf in the eye.]

One more time? I didn't catch that.

[heartofahuntsman]

[Well that is very interesting. Wolf cocks his head to the side again, sniffing at the changed human.

You are not like the other humans Wolf has met. Even his pack-mate does not do that. You are something different and new.]

[hotashale]

[He grins and steps forward for another sniff of his own.]

I can say the same about you.