Wolf follows Lamb closely, looking each and every way for any sign of threat. He hasn't forgotten the ape, or the large creature that took it.
He also paws at the ground in anticipation of the coming engagement with human prey.
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"And if they don't," Wolf adds in a growling voice, "That means we hunt."
"You are a brave Dragon and a worthy companion of the Kin." Wolf says, being surprisingly eloquent.
Wolf moves up to Jester, smokey whisps slowly taking their place in his overall shape again as his mood calms down a bit. He nuzzles the dragon, checking to see if the dragon is doing okay after suffering such horrifying wounds.
Wolf walks up to his other half and Jester, his form unstable and shifting. "That hurt, Lamb." Wolf says. "I'm not used to hurt."
Wolf Lunges at the creature, leaving a smokey trail in his wake.
Wolf shakes his mane, causing it to twist into little whisps that flow around him and dissolve and reform in his fur. He growls low at the fleeing creature, ready to resume the chase.
Wolf shakes his head, trying to recover from the scream, and because of that action is too late to bite the fleeing creature's hamstring.
Wolf lets out a happy bark, smelling blood, before trying to sink his teeth into the wounded creature.
Wolf grazes the creature, but fails to get a good grip on its flesh with his teeth.
"Just hunt further." Wolf growls. "Hunger is no fun. Chasing is!"
Wolf turns his head back towards Jester, and explains it short and quick. "When there is few prey, that means something bigger scared them off."
"There's little prey ahead. Something's... off." He warns.
Wolf trots along, constantly keeping a keen eye and nose out for danger and prey.
Wolf crawls out of Lambs body at the first sign that she is stirring.
Wolf grins at Jester. "Enough waiting. I'm hungry. Was there any more meat, Little Lamb?"
Wolf spares a sidelong glance at Jester. He makes a strange guffawing noise, which might be construed as Wolf's way of laughing.
"Good plan." Wolf growls. It doesn't even seem like he's kidding.
"No." Wolf growls. "Just make sure it doesn't come this way"
Wolf is too nervous about the scent coming from the edge of the forest to really relax and enjoy the fun with Jester. He keeps his focus firmly there.
Wolf made sure he sits in a relatively safe spot, and just looks at Jester's antics.
Wolf stands up from where he sat on his haunches, and goes over to Jester. He nudges him with his muzzle, and it feels as though a humanoid would do an eyeroll in his place.
"It's still there, Lamb, waiting for us. It doesn't like chasing." "But I can still smell it there."
Wolf jumps down and decides to assist Jester in any way he can.
Wolf looks at Lamb for a moment, then back at Jester. "I don't think she does, little dragon."
"I sleep with Lamb, Dragon." Wolf replies
Wolf sticks his head through the roof-door. "What are you jabbering, little dragon? I need no box to sleep."
Wolf still digs down on the monkey.
Wolf's bloody snout grins. "Yes, that's why you get one large one, or chase lots of small ones!"
"Look, Dragon. You have to worry a bit, and then get to the meaty parts." Wolf shows how to rip through the skin and get to eat the flesh underneath.
Wolf grabs the corpse of the monkey and brings it over to Jester.
Wolf looks on for a while, and then says "Look little Dragon. This is how!"
Wolf suddenly burst into a blur of speed, and jumps over to the nearby building. He shuts his Jaw over a nearby monkey and rips a chunk of its flesh out.
"It's like the other meat, but a bit squishier," Wolf says, still hiding behind Lamb. "And that's a chaser, not something to chase, Lamb. That's what worried me."
Wolf paces restlessly, obviously wanting to join the chase, but instinctively stays close to Lamb.
As Jester comes up to the barn, Wolf is trying to get the shovel out of pile of tools with his jaws clenched around the haft.
"Why wait?" Wolf says, and he bounds out of the door.
Wolf doesn't know, and looks to Lamb for an answer.
"They change to be a wolf. But noone can be Wolf." Wolf growls.
"They try to be me." Wolf says. "She read that in a book."
"Or at least, more fun." says the prowling Wolf.
"Words." is Wolf's short, but apt, answer.
Wolf pulls on the pelts with his teeth, dragging the bundle out.
Wolf's joking voice comes from the cabin as well. "Her belly isn't as strong as mine. Because I do all the eating!"
Wolf trots inside instantly. "The meat isn't fresh," he says. "Pity."
A slow scrape and then a rumbling noise resounds from behind the door as Wolf pushes it further open...
Wolf growls "Of course."
Wolf eases past Lamb, puts his shoulder against the door, and slowly increases the pressure to push the door further open.
"Let's wait for Lamb, okay?"
Wolf leisurely trots up to Jester in a while. "You win again." he grins
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