A) Awooooo!! | The Grove | OPEN

[Something told Wolfwood not to go outside today. Or, maybe just skip going outside for a month altogether. Maybe if he did that, Things wouldn’t happen, right? Lol, lmao even.

It’s not that he was trying to check out the mushrooms or anything like that. He was literally just…outside, taking his dog on a walk because she’d been alone at the Grove for a solid month without her parents and they ABANDONED HER FOREVER etc. Angelina is older now, a proper young-adult lanky dog, and by now she knows better than to go out into the forest…but the mushrooms. They compelled her. And one too many instances of Wolfwood having to near chase after her into the spores was really all it took for him to get hit.

And, well…Suri thinks he’s pretty damn funny, because Wolfwood emerges from the edge of the woods with his clothing in complete (and I do mean complete, he’s going to need to find new clothing or get it repaired) tatters hanging off his body, essentially leaving him nude if it weren’t for the fact his body’s completely covered in dark black fur.

He’s changed into a Werewolf, a full-on wolfman, and he’s standing there with Angelina jumping around him excitedly like !?!?! dad? dad? dog????]

What. The fuck.

B) Put it on the lid. The lid. the lid. the- | The Inn (kitchen) | OPEN

[Does he have clothing on? Does he not? I’ll let you decide. Regardless, he’s in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich because what fucking else is he going to do, sit around complaining that he can see his big nose even more than he could before?

More to the point…he’s trying to eat so he can head off this unbearable craving for meat he has right now. Like, in a ravenously carnivorous way, and he doesn’t want to be that guy who runs into the forest and bites a deer’s ass compulsively. He’ll eat fish from the river before letting it come to that, if he can help it. But for now…sandwich. The Inn kitchen is preferable to the cabin solely because 1) his big wings have more room to not smack into things and 2) Angelina isn’t there, trying to jump up on and play with him.

Of course, this would be fine if he could get this jar of mayo open. Turns out, even with his more hand-like paws than you’d expect a Werewolf to have, gripping things is…a bit of a struggle. He tries and fails to open the jar for what feels like an hour, the curses he’s hissing becoming increasingly colorful until the jar slips from his hands altogether, he drops it straight on his one paw, and turns and just

grips the edge of the sink, thrusts his head into the sink, and screams at the top of his lungs into it.

He’s doing fine. But if he sees you staring, he’ll whip around with his ears pinned:]

What!?

C) Clipped Wings | The Church | OPEN

[Sometime later, Wolfwood goes to try (key word being try) to work on some of his usual chores at the Church, but as it turns out the pigeons aren’t too fond of his presence currently. Makes sense, he’s a wolf, so many of them flee the rafters for the temporary safety of the barn. Even the king pigeon has left him, bye. But this does mean Wolfwood is freed up to climb up the rickety stairs to the attic, and then further through the second story window onto the roof where the shingles still need some TLC.

He sighs as he leans against the steeple, arms folded with his tail swaying behind him. If he happens to see someone pass by down below, he’ll call out idly to you.]

Y’think I’d be able to fly if I jumped from here?

D) Closed to Ain

[Knock knock Ain are you home, Wolfwood is barging in anyway-

To the tailor shop, specifically, because he figures Ain will be there because Busy because EVERYONE is exploding right now. But it’s not to get his clothing fixed (please for the love of GOD put on a pair of pants), it’s because he’s holding Bartholomew between both hands underneath his Dachie armpits like a sack of potatoes, and when he does finally spot Ain at his work desk, he’ll thrust him forward. Mew’s back legs kindof swing in midair as he does this.]

Okay- What’s he done now?

[Mew is bigger! He is no longer small Dachie. He is corgi Dachie :)]

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]