[ Vasquez follows Faraday's gaze to his belt, and he hums in low agreement. ]
A good point, perro.
[ He draws one gun from its holster, flicking open the cylinder to drop the normal bullets back into his pouch. He plucks the silver ones out in their stead, dropping them into each chamber.
With the gun properly loaded, he deposits it back into his belt, his hand resting snugly on the butt.
The wolf is far enough off that Vasquez easily has the few brief moments to prepare, and as he relaxes into waiting, the other werewolf trots into view. It finally pauses when bright yellow eyes settle on Vasquez and Faraday, and it lowers its head, looking curiously between them. ]
... Can you talk to it?
[ This, to Faraday as Vasquez holds steady.
The other wolf growls a low bark, and while Vasquez hears nothing else, it translates in a different frequency for Faraday. ]
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A good point, perro.
[ He draws one gun from its holster, flicking open the cylinder to drop the normal bullets back into his pouch. He plucks the silver ones out in their stead, dropping them into each chamber.
With the gun properly loaded, he deposits it back into his belt, his hand resting snugly on the butt.
The wolf is far enough off that Vasquez easily has the few brief moments to prepare, and as he relaxes into waiting, the other werewolf trots into view. It finally pauses when bright yellow eyes settle on Vasquez and Faraday, and it lowers its head, looking curiously between them. ]
... Can you talk to it?
[ This, to Faraday as Vasquez holds steady.
The other wolf growls a low bark, and while Vasquez hears nothing else, it translates in a different frequency for Faraday. ]
Not like you talk, stranger.