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[capwolf]

Who: Steve and Open.
What: Wolf!Steve goes exploring
When: Current-ish?
Where: City of Nightmare
Warnings: None, yet. Will edit if necessary.


Clark's remarks about having to be careful at home, after flying to the top of one hell of a tower here had opened Steve's mind up a little bit more to the possibility of maybe being less guarded here. Thomas knowing what he was within about five minutes of meeting hadn't hurt, either.

He still felt the need to be cautious, but less so than back home. There wasn't the same risk of fallout here, after all, and there was an opportunity to learn a lot - about himself and maybe about others.

To that end, he was on four feet and wearing fur as he moved through shadows and pools of light in a very different city. He followed his nose and impulse as they led him. He was enormous and moved with an easy, predatory grace, but there was also a kind of calm and confidence in his movements - and if he was threatening it was only in response to a threat.

And he was unusually inclined to approach people. In fact he was pretty inclined to outright nudge at their hands and lean against them, whether they wanted him to or not. Hazards of being a pack animal, benefits of being in one heck of a disguise.

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[tictacs]

Logic tells him wolves should be dangerous, but this one... looks kind of cute. Cute in the sense that Scott's initial disbelief turns into a kind of happy feeling, most especially when his palm is between the wolf's ears.

"Oh," he mentions, teasing, "you're a smart one."

Fingers ruffling through his fur (what a lovely colour, really), Scott crouches down. Eye contact is good, right? But he finds his earlier statement proven when even the wolf's gaze is smart-looking.

"I think you might be the nicest wolf I've ever met." And also the only wolf he's ever met, but who cares about that?

[capwolf]

Steve leans into the ruffling - not a lot, but enough to feel briefly heavy against Scott's hand and to definitely, definitely have just how warm he is felt. Then he backs off a couple of feet, looks back while Scott is looking at him and just gazes back with a mildly incredulous gaze. Nicest wolf he's met? How many are there, exactly? He can't help but wondering that, but given where he is and things Thomas said - possible He waits a second or two, then leans forward and pushes his nose at Scott's shoulder, not trying to unbalance him, so much as nudge him. Then looks back over his shoulder and whines. He's going to have to work on his Lassie impression.