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No texting.

Why not, it's so much easier.

It's an unnecessary additional thing.

[Guess who's using voice-to-text when text is required. Or text-to-voice for written things.]

[Fine. They sound a little irked, but not really annoyed. Plus, anyway, text isn't actually quicker when you have to write as opposed to typing.

Voice is the unnecessary thing. Did you actually want something, or just to complain?

[This discussion is pointless, so she'll skip it.]

I wanted to ask if you want to come hunting.

Seriously?

Of fucking course, I'd love to!

...Wait. We can't... Where are you? [Because they've just realised that they can't change to Lupus, but they don't want to talk about it over the network when they can't encrypt it. At least in person you can try and make sure you're in private.]

[?]

We can meet at the castle's front gate.

I'll be there in ten. [They cut off the feed, but then after a moment return.] I'll be there very shortly. [Because she doesn't seem to have much of a grasp on time.

And it won't take them very much to pack up what they were doing (not much) and head down to the gates to meet her.]

[She very much appreciated that they don't think that she knows numbers.

She would just have gone down there now and waited there, anyway, assuming that the amount mentioned described a short time, but it's nice to not have to fear that this will be another iteration of the discussion she's had with Beau about if she can count or not.

She waits at the agreed upon spot for them and, once they're there, immediately starts walking, leading them away from the castle and towards the woods.]

[Sometimes there is evidence that there's a brain inside their head.]

Hey, Silent! [They match her pace, walking along side. They want to ask her what her plans are, but there's too many people around at the moment to ask how she intends to hunt without Lupus form, so until they get some privacy, they'll just chatter.] How're things?

[Silent-Death will acknowledge Rowan talking by throwing them small scraps of responses, single words and acknowledging noises, but not actually participate in the conversation. She's perfected the method of letting homids carry a conversation all by themselves a good long time ago.

Only when they've left the city and are walking down a path that will eventually lead them deep into the forest, to where the paths all end, she stops and turns to them.]

You have Glabro, right?

[It's better than silence, even if her responses are minimal. Is that a Red Talon thing? Walkie Talkie's much better than this.

They do, at least, fall somewhat quiet when they hit the forest. They're still commenting on things, but less so, distracted by it. They haven't spent much time out here yet, and it's exciting.]

Huh? Oh, is that your plan! I was wondering, since we don't have Lupus. I do, it's just... I've never hunted in that form before. [Because they have s o much experience in Lupus, obviously.]

Nor had I, before coming here.

It's not as good as lupus, but better than homid. [Anything is better than homid, her tone implies.

And she totally expects them to have a solid amount of experience hunting in lupus at their age.]

[Good luck with those expectations, Silent.

Rowan nods, a little hesitantly. Well, they have been hunting before. And as part of a team effort they've even managed to catch something. They've got this right? And if they fuck up, they can just claim it's because they're not used to hunting in glabro. Yeah. They've got this. Anyway, it'll be really cool to go hunting with a wild born lupus (sorry Walkie Talkie, you're still the best), they can't really let that opportunity go.]

Okay then, if you think it'll work!

It has worked before. [It's just all over less nice.

And with that, she shifts up into Glabro, which doesn't necessarily make her taller than Rowan because she doesn't stand straight, but most definitely makes her furrier. Which should make it clear to the Londoner that her hair isn't coloured, and instead her entire fur is just naturally green.]

[Rowan shrugs, and turns away from her to start stripping, unable to change like this unless they want to lose their clothes (which they really don't). It's kind of awkward, and makes them wish they had their rite back even more. Especially when they have changed, and they have to use their scarf as a belt to hold the trousers that they can no longer close up around their waist. Their jacket is big enough to still wear, even if it won't close, and their shirt they tie round their waist as well.]

I guess I should get a dress like yours until I can get Talisman Dedication back. [They say, cheerfully, to cover their awkwardness. And yes, they still mostly look human, although less so than normal with their chest exposed, revealing a chest just slightly too furry to be human.] How did you manage to get all your fur green? It looks really cool.

[She growls at the question, though the sudden flash of anger is not strictly directed at Rowan. She is just annoyed at it still, and being reminded of it - at least this time it isn't suggested that she climbed out of DeviantArt. But it is clearly implied that she chose this, which is no better.]

It was an accident.

[Ooooookay touchy Ahroun is touchy. Rowan doesn't understand why, though, it looks really awesome; they'd love to be able to have fur like that, but it'd make them stand out like a sore thumb in---

Ah. Right.]

Well, it could be worse! It could be pink or something. At least this still camouflages okay!

[...while correct, that doesn't make it better. Just less worse.

At least she doesn't have to explain why it is infuriating, apparently.]

Brown camouflages much better, [she points out. Sure, she was never brown, but if someone had to change her colour...]

Hey, I didn't say it couldn't be better, I said it could be worse! [They grin at her, wondering what colour her fur (and hair) was originally.

But best to move the topic on. They turn their attention off her and onto the forest, glancing around them.] So what is there to hunt in this place anyway?

Deer, and rabbits, and local animals.

There's also owlbears. They're fun. [Said with the kind of inflection that Rowan might have heard from Serenity when she described fighting an almost impossible to beat end boss in a WoW or whatever she was playing at the time.]

Oh. Fun. [Welp. This is going to end well. Rowan just hopes that the Fae didn't fuck around with their healing too much.]

How about we stick with something normal until we have proper forms back? [Please. They're just a small and squishy galliard, they don't want to die.]

[Disappointing. It'd be so much fun to tag-team an owlbear.]

Deer, then?

[Two adults on a rabbit is just severe overkill.]

[Would it, though, if the other person is Rowan?]

Okay! [They sound fairly excited about the compromise though - and they are. They've never hunted deer before, this should be fun!] You seem to know the area already, so why don't you lead?

[She absolutely expected to lead - she's not alpha material in any shape or form, being metis, but as a Red Talon she would obviously lead a hunt if the only other candidate is a Weaver Shagger.]

Sure.

[She crouches down and then goes on all four, and if there'd been any questions about which side of the wolf-human binary she was raised by, it would be going out of the window now with how she's moving, face close to the forest floor, only sometimes coming back up on her hind legs to cover some distance until she's found an interesting trail.]

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