[ Jaye fucking hates it when the whole ship is in the gardens. They tend to stick away from her favorite places, the overgrown jungles that it's her job to cut paths through, but they do get too close to her livestock for comfort. Howly's with them now, an invisible watchdog, but there are all sorts of predators on the ship.
Including the wolf she's watching from the underbrush as a wolf herself. Werewolf, maybe? He certainly isn't attacking anyone, though, and that makes her wonder -- another shapeshifter, then? Jaye moves through the brush, tail held high; these are her gardens, when she's like this. ]
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Including the wolf she's watching from the underbrush as a wolf herself. Werewolf, maybe? He certainly isn't attacking anyone, though, and that makes her wonder -- another shapeshifter, then? Jaye moves through the brush, tail held high; these are her gardens, when she's like this. ]