9th Howl [Action, Saturday morning, CLOSED]

[professorwolf]

They'd left the rented car behind a few minutes ago, and made what stealthy way they could towards the farm with the new fences and freshly painted sides. It had taken a little driving around to even catch the place in the distance, having only directions from the air to work with and roads that didn't always lead in the right direction.

But here they were, approaching at last. The grass was tall, and there were trees here and there for cover, and a road led right up to the place. Obviously, they weren't on that road. Lyall might have only been a biology teacher, but he wasn't stupid.

Or maybe he was stupid. Since he was here alone except for one of his students and a ferret, both of whom had refused to stay in the car. He'd wanted someone along with him for this little misadventure, if just to tell people if something had happened to them, but he probably shouldn't have let Banagher be the one to talk him into letting him come, and little Stella perched on his shoulder really wasn't much good for warnings, no matter how well-trained she was.

Comments

[seabeast]

The only way they would have been able to leave Stella in the car was if they locked her in the glove compartment, ok? She hadn't had a chance to see these "werewolves" that everyone else on the network kept talking about, and she was a tiny bit disappointed in that.

Oh yes, she had caught a glimpse of the network open on Lyall's computer once or twice. The little marks didn't make sense to her, but there were enough videos and audio posts to catch her up on the current situation. She knew how to get on the network herself, if only in a vague theoretical sense but there would be no point in making a post for obvious reasons. It also wouldn't do to leave evidence of her numbers everywhere in the house, on mirrors or on the kitchen counter, even if it seemed as though making numbers in the human world was a little different from what she was able to do. No, better to just stay out of the network. It would all be a one way street for now. She had to content herself with making do with occasional field trips like these.

She took a second to look back at the other young man, her posture implacable to any human eye (but not to magical newtype communication abilities how even). She was aware that he was a former student of Lyall's, but anything other than that was a mystery... This stance is definitely a question. Now, who are you and why are you with us?