[ Vasquez is right behind the wolf once it darts out, just to make sure it doesn't try to bolt for the town before Vasquez can pounce on the damned thing. He stays beyond swiping range, but he keeps his line of sight fixed on the wolf as it deals with the wolfsbane—
—easily.
Vasquez may elect to forego that little annoyance at the next moon.
He can't help the lurching impulse that swarms up in his chest as the wolf stumbles – to just help it, to keep it from hitting the ground. Before he takes a step, the wolf recovers, and Vasquez immediately chastises himself for the slip. This isn't the time to be catching Faraday's falls – especially since Faraday isn't the one at the helm right now.
Vasquez's hand hovers again by his pocket, ready to snatch up the silver, but the wolf takes off in the right direction before he has to worry about it. He huffs out a soft breath of laughter. ]
Buena caza, mi perrito.
[ The wolf disappears into the trees, and Vasquez follows close behind. ]
no subject
—easily.
Vasquez may elect to forego that little annoyance at the next moon.
He can't help the lurching impulse that swarms up in his chest as the wolf stumbles – to just help it, to keep it from hitting the ground. Before he takes a step, the wolf recovers, and Vasquez immediately chastises himself for the slip. This isn't the time to be catching Faraday's falls – especially since Faraday isn't the one at the helm right now.
Vasquez's hand hovers again by his pocket, ready to snatch up the silver, but the wolf takes off in the right direction before he has to worry about it. He huffs out a soft breath of laughter. ]
Buena caza, mi perrito.
[ The wolf disappears into the trees, and Vasquez follows close behind. ]