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professorwolfWho: Randall/Randolph Lyall and Robyn Lyre
When: Backdated to October 15, evening
Where: The park in Locke
What: A wolf runs into a very large dog (and his keeper)
With his sleep schedule somewhat uncomfortably flip-flopped, and without an actual job to get him out of the house, Lyall is often a bit restless. Given the press are often watching his house, however, getting out in human form is troublesome. He does it, of course, but some nights, he just wants peace and privacy. It didn't take much work to rig a loose board in the backyard fence, that he could nose aside as a wolf, and it's become one of his favorite things in the past few weeks.
Tonight he's out-- with a collar on, just in case anyone gets any ideas-- and mostly keeping to the park, chasing thrown sticks, raccoons, and cats and basically acting like a large, shaggy, and yet rather well-behaved dog might. It's not terribly dignified, but he's to the point where he doesn't care: he's out, he's moving, and he's free for a couple hours, at least.
The smell of a friend catches him before he sees her, and he perks up with curiosity and concern, and pads in that direction. If Robyn is out and about after dark, he wants to check in with her. Never can be too careful.
When: Backdated to October 15, evening
Where: The park in Locke
What: A wolf runs into a very large dog (and his keeper)
With his sleep schedule somewhat uncomfortably flip-flopped, and without an actual job to get him out of the house, Lyall is often a bit restless. Given the press are often watching his house, however, getting out in human form is troublesome. He does it, of course, but some nights, he just wants peace and privacy. It didn't take much work to rig a loose board in the backyard fence, that he could nose aside as a wolf, and it's become one of his favorite things in the past few weeks.
Tonight he's out-- with a collar on, just in case anyone gets any ideas-- and mostly keeping to the park, chasing thrown sticks, raccoons, and cats and basically acting like a large, shaggy, and yet rather well-behaved dog might. It's not terribly dignified, but he's to the point where he doesn't care: he's out, he's moving, and he's free for a couple hours, at least.
The smell of a friend catches him before he sees her, and he perks up with curiosity and concern, and pads in that direction. If Robyn is out and about after dark, he wants to check in with her. Never can be too careful.
