Powers. Heh. So cool. If it wasn't so scary occasionally. Or pervasive.
"Sure, I mean, that makes sense." A nod. "I could use some practice. Is that what you did too? Practice with your powers?"
He looks thoughtful. "What about inviting into a house? Is that a thing? Or counting? Do you get stuck on counting?" So many movies, Flynn.
"A hum. Nope, it was gas." He scratches his head, the instinct to just lie on the floor, or place his head low on the ground is almost too strong to resist. Friends, insisted the wolf in him, now that it was certain Peter was not in any danger from this dangerous-smelling fellow, and that he was trying to help them. It was only polite. And he needed to make friends, he was so lonely. No pack would have him.
The whine escapes his throat again, but this time it's far louder. Please like me, said the wolf. Peter covers his mouth again and before he can do anything, he throws himself on the ground, crouching. He's halfway under the table, his eyes golden once again.
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"Sure, I mean, that makes sense." A nod. "I could use some practice. Is that what you did too? Practice with your powers?"
He looks thoughtful. "What about inviting into a house? Is that a thing? Or counting? Do you get stuck on counting?" So many movies, Flynn.
"A hum. Nope, it was gas." He scratches his head, the instinct to just lie on the floor, or place his head low on the ground is almost too strong to resist. Friends, insisted the wolf in him, now that it was certain Peter was not in any danger from this dangerous-smelling fellow, and that he was trying to help them. It was only polite. And he needed to make friends, he was so lonely. No pack would have him.
The whine escapes his throat again, but this time it's far louder. Please like me, said the wolf. Peter covers his mouth again and before he can do anything, he throws himself on the ground, crouching. He's halfway under the table, his eyes golden once again.