'Peter—? Could you come down please—? There is a mysterious wolf creature in the kitchen.'
....But this is a first.
There's only a momentary pause, and then the sound of footsteps overhead, as one lengthy teenage boy creeps out of his room and down the stairs. He's torn between some paradoxical mix: a sense of urgency and hesitation, but he's poking his head and one arm around the corner, before the rest of him follows.
There's Luna, and there's... a wolf. ...It's also something else. Peter, so full of Other, stares widely: eyes huge and round, frozen to the spot. There's a kneejerk fear there in his expression, but also something alien and awed, and for a very long moment he just stands there, staring like that. His head tilts ever-so-slightly to the side, as though curious.
But despite the Other to him, there's also boy, a boy who on his own doesn't have a strong connection to such things, and Peter's perception and feelings towards this entity standing in the kitchen are... convoluted. Is this a white wolf or a brilliant spectrum of colours? Is this a wolf at all?
Slowly, he moves to stand beside Luna, tense. (But oh, the creature's beautiful.... Important, he can feel that she's important.) He's more awed than he is afraid, he realises, though he sticks close to Luna, arm pressed to arm. )
Um...... Should we call someone?
( ...Who're you going to call, Peter. Trench's Animal Control Hotline?? )
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'Peter—? Could you come down please—? There is a mysterious wolf creature in the kitchen.'
....But this is a first.
There's only a momentary pause, and then the sound of footsteps overhead, as one lengthy teenage boy creeps out of his room and down the stairs. He's torn between some paradoxical mix: a sense of urgency and hesitation, but he's poking his head and one arm around the corner, before the rest of him follows.
There's Luna, and there's... a wolf. ...It's also something else. Peter, so full of Other, stares widely: eyes huge and round, frozen to the spot. There's a kneejerk fear there in his expression, but also something alien and awed, and for a very long moment he just stands there, staring like that. His head tilts ever-so-slightly to the side, as though curious.
But despite the Other to him, there's also boy, a boy who on his own doesn't have a strong connection to such things, and Peter's perception and feelings towards this entity standing in the kitchen are... convoluted. Is this a white wolf or a brilliant spectrum of colours? Is this a wolf at all?
Slowly, he moves to stand beside Luna, tense. (But oh, the creature's beautiful.... Important, he can feel that she's important.) He's more awed than he is afraid, he realises, though he sticks close to Luna, arm pressed to arm. )
Um...... Should we call someone?
( ...Who're you going to call, Peter. Trench's Animal Control Hotline?? )