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[ralliesprotests]

Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

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[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan tries to concentrate for a moment, closing their eyes. But they can barely feel the wind in the forest (not that it would help them in any case).]

No.

[untailed]

Lick a finger from all sides and put it into the air.

Where it dries first will be where the wind comes from.

[ralliesprotests]

Does that really work? [They've seen it on tv, but they didn't really believe it.

Nonetheless, they give it a go, hesitantly.] How do you know in lupus.

Also, we need to be over there? I think.

[untailed]

Yes.

[...going to give the easiest answer that is possible.] You put your nose in the wind. [You feel it in your fur, you are just aware of it, she wants to say, but she doubts that that would help someone as removed from their wolf as Rowan is.]

Then lead.

[ralliesprotests]

[They glance at her, a bit dubious, but they can't exactly try it out right now, so they'll have to wait to try it out.

Picking their way around the main part of the burrow, they lead their way over, trying to find a spot where there's no obvious holes behind them. Eventually they pick somewhere, a little way back so they have the cover of the trees.] How's this?

[untailed]

If you want to approach quietly from here.

Can you do it?

[ralliesprotests]

... You might be able to.

I probably can't. [Points for honesty?]

[untailed]

[...sigh.

Well, all of this is mostly to see what they can (...more like cannot) do.]

Is there a place where you think you could do it from?