[ Fresh meat of any kind is enough to rouse a hungry wolf's interest. Let alone a direwolf, let alone fifteen pounds of it, left to sit on a bench in the open. Alayne is still fiddling with her hair and the stays of her dress when Lady catches wind of it and with an enthusiastic snuffle, goes padding away and down the aisle, towards the alluring bounty.
When the animal — silver-backed, yellow-eyed, much larger than any normal wolf — finally happens across the meaty cache and its owner, she pauses and drops her head low in a slight growl. The man is a man and yet not wholly a man; Lady can smell and so her hackles raise. Soon after Alayne follows, dressed in pale purple brocade with her braids streaming loose behind her, having given chase before finishing her elaborate hairstyle. ]
Lady, to me, [ Alayne calls, and the wolf makes some show of obedience by pulling snarling lips down back over her teeth. Still, the beast has a throat full of unhappy noises. ] Lady— Lady. [ Finally the animal turns to look at Alayne and she gestures once, shortly; the wolf looks back at the man and his meat (the former more preoccupying than the later). Then, again, at Alayne. She flusters at the wolf's stubbornness, but smiles at the man nevertheless. ] Pardon, stranger. She is not herself.
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When the animal — silver-backed, yellow-eyed, much larger than any normal wolf — finally happens across the meaty cache and its owner, she pauses and drops her head low in a slight growl. The man is a man and yet not wholly a man; Lady can smell and so her hackles raise. Soon after Alayne follows, dressed in pale purple brocade with her braids streaming loose behind her, having given chase before finishing her elaborate hairstyle. ]
Lady, to me, [ Alayne calls, and the wolf makes some show of obedience by pulling snarling lips down back over her teeth. Still, the beast has a throat full of unhappy noises. ] Lady— Lady. [ Finally the animal turns to look at Alayne and she gestures once, shortly; the wolf looks back at the man and his meat (the former more preoccupying than the later). Then, again, at Alayne. She flusters at the wolf's stubbornness, but smiles at the man nevertheless. ] Pardon, stranger. She is not herself.