Let's hunt!

Takumi isn’t exactly lacking in food right now, but it’s been a bit since he’s hunted, and he can’t really bring himself to turn down this guy’s kind gesture. Whatever they catch, he’ll likely let Razor keep most of it.

He nods, dropping his voice to a near whisper. “Yeah, of course! Being quiet is one of the most important parts of hunting.” That, and having the right equipment. He gives an uncertain glance over at Razor—Takumi knows he has his Fuujin Yumi, but he isn’t sure about this guy. “Do you have a bow on you..?”

This guy’s hair loosely of reminds Razor of those sweet prickly tree looking fruits. What did the merchant call them the other day? Pineapples? It’s decided he would call his new friend Pineapple Head, as he resembles those same fruit!

ack!

they aren’t as fast in this body as they are in their normal one! whatever is right behind them has already caught up!

on instinct, they pitch forward into a somersault, rolling head over heels and trying to gain speed!

Razor’s eyes widen in glee and his lips peel over his fangs.

Oh. Ohhh. This was clearly no normal creature he’s been chasing! Instincts tells the wolf pup that their little game of keep away might not be so simple. He keeps enough distance apart to not fall far behind, but just enough to give himself room to navigate their surroundings and observe.

“Oh, um..” He awkwardly shifted around, keeping his hands close to his chest as the stranger continued to invade his personal space. “I don’t…h-have any food on me right now. Sorry.” Did this guy greet everyone this way? Surely that wasn’t socially acceptable.. 

“Can you like…stop sniffing me, please?” 

He gives one last good sniff around Bread man’s personal bubble and when his search yielded no treats Razor huffs in defeat. His tummy rumbles and he thinks he should wander off in search for something to eat elsewhere but Bread man smells so good, the pup is hopeful he will lead him to treats.

@lunarprophet​ play that song again

“Merci~ I am glad you enjoyed it~” He smiled in amusement at the young mortal.

Sits in the dirt patiently waiting to hear more of the toot toot music. But when oddly dressed stranger doesn’t blow on his musical stick Razor tilts his head.

“Hey, hey, calm down!”

Look, Bigby’s a little less fanatical about keeping the whole wolf thing secret (though the Wolf thing is staying buried, thanks) than he used to be, but that doesn’t mean he needs a cub - kid - person howling at him in the middle of the street for all to hear. The pup - the kid’s too excited to even communicate properly, just grunting and sniffing all over him.

At least there’s a park area nearby with thick enough tree cover to hide them both from prying eyes. Bigby jerks his head towards it, then nearly curses at himself when he realizes he’s trying to grab the cub (the teen, the teen) by a scruff that isn’t there. “Just - let’s get over there, first.”

Razor presses his nose in close and gives another big sniff to the Wolf Man’s shirt. Wolf! Wolf! Just like him! A wolf who walks on two legs just like him! The blatant invasion of privacy could be considered rude to ordinary people, but to Razor he doesn’t see anything wrong with his behavior. He simply doesn’t know any better, and even if he did he’s far too excitable to be reasoned with.

“Music man makes nice sound.” Huffs again. “Pretty.”

Sif pricked her ears up at the strange human pup, her greatsword sheathed into the soft earth beside her. Of course, she had heard something running towards her, but she didn’t think it would be a human. Humans almost never strayed this far from the Mistwood path. And this one hardly even smelled human.

Standing slowly on heavily scarred legs, she shook herself free of her aches and carefully approached the pup. She didn’t bother to shrink from her default height of twenty feet because he didn’t seem afraid of her, but one could never be too careful.

She may not be able to speak in the human tongue, but she understood it perfectly and was fluent in the language that all animals spoke: body language. Tilting her head at the last word the pup spoke, her body clearly said: ‘Lupical? I hath never heard this word before.’ She still whined sympathetically for him. Another pup who had lost something while coming to this world.

Once she was close enough, she laid on her stomach and sniffed his grey fur, ruffling it further. Just like she thought, he smelled more wolf than human. More wild than tame. Much like Artorias and Zack, his very soul held the aroma of a wolf. Still, he did not smell like any other wolf in the forest and her ears and tail drooped sadly. She whined again and shook her head. In case he didn’t understand what she was saying, she wrote it out for him by scratching it into the dirt beneath her claw.

‘THITHER ART OTHER PACKS IN THIS FOREST, BUT NONE YOND SMELLETH LIKE THEE. MY SINCERE APOLOGIES.’

As she stood to acknowledge his plight, Razor stares up in dual parts awe and admiration. Her bearing reminds him of Andrius and the steel fang she had embedded into the earth is reminiscent to the claymore he lost. His crimson gaze shines in elation. A wolf who fights as he does? Razor thought he’d never meet another one like himself!

In his excitement he nearly misses her cues. If there’s one thing Razor understands more than hunting, its body language. While he does his best to speak the language of humans, communication between non-human species is what he’s good at. 

The wolf pup lifts a hand to his chest and holds it there over his heart, huffing faintly. ‘Family. Lupical is my family’. He tilts his head and watches her carefully, eyes never straying from her movements and as she paws at the dirt his brows furrow in confusion. ‘I can’t read’ but if he had to guess, she was only trying to convey what had already been said.