fandomtownies | The Park; Wee Hours of the Mornin' [ 02/11 ].

That was it. Angua couldn't resist the lure any longer. But, she figured, if she was going to buckle, she was going to do it at a time where she figured most people hadn't even awoken and she could get it out of her system before having to sit at her desk all day (by the window, which didn't seem like such a good choice now). A quick, brisk morning romp and then the temptation would be gone. Right?

Either way, it lead to quite a nice way to spend the wee hours of the morning, a slightly blonde-coated wolf rolling around in the snow, chasing after ducks, perhaps even forgetting to not get carried away as she took advantage of the wide space and the snow beneath her paws.

The perserve would have, of course, been a far more appropriate place, but there were too many trees and not enough ducks. And she didn't want to tempt herself even further with the idea of chasing down those tantalizing teal deer out there...

[[ open park is open, should anyone be up :) That there's a wolf running around is a-okay for broadcast, but if who it was could be NFB, that'd be awesome ]]

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Just what was Oz doing up at this hour? Not much really. He just randomly fancied a walk when there wouldn't be much noise.

His nose picked up the scent of a wolf though, and brought him to the park. Hey, that looked like fun.

Angua, being very careful not to actually catch any of the ducks, because who knew where she would go from there, stopped suddenly, almost mid-pounce, as she picked up a smell in the wind. Of course, she never forgot a scent and her smelling was even stronger in her current form, so she knew she'd have to proceed with caution from here. After all, surely, he'd be able to recognize her by scent, too, right?

So she remained crouched, settling to a sit out of where she was ready to spring, and just watched, lowering her head to the ground.

There was something familiar about the scent. Had she been from his own world he would have recognized her scent right away. At least in terms of species. As it was, he only knew that whoever, or whatever was here, he'd met them before.

This was all reminding him that he really needed to hone those wolfy senses of his. Really Oz you've been a wolf for over a decade, time to get off the couch.

He couldn't see the wolf anymore, so he closed his eyes, and just sniffed the air, eventually turning in her direction.

"Marco."

It was clear to Angua that he either didn't recognize her scent and actually thought she was someone else, or that he was playing some sort of game. But things stopped involving games ones another person...another werewolf, no less...entered the picture. So Angua stayed still, watching, waiting, trying to chase away the brief flashes in her head that reminded her that if she stayed still enough, and he came close enough, she could spring up, teeth flaring...

Not receiving an answer, Oz gave up the joke. He'd gotten a fix on the scent, and headed in that direction. The moon wasn't full, so he wasn't sure precisely what it was he was smelling. Or who.

"No need to hide on my account." he said. He was sure he'd seen something frolicking in the snow.

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