[open] IT'S TOO EARLY FOR SURRENDER, TOO LATE FOR A PRAYER

[pawper]

Who: Lys a wolf a big fluffy dog + you, random passerby, trouble
When: Early-ish April
Where: School grounds, First and Second Ring (public roads), eventually the Third Ring (docks)
What: BEEP BEEP DOGGO DELIVERY

[Did you ever see the movie Balto? More or less based on a true story, gets mistaken for the work of Don Bluth, was something of a childhood awakening for furries — ...wait. Anyway, there was a scene at the beginning of said movie where the part-dog, part-wolf protagonist traverses a small Alaskian town by way of various parkour tricks, like running across fences and jumping between rooftops. Quick, nimble, and sure-footed, he made clever use of his environment to circumvent a lack of opposable thumbs.

Imagine that, but with a bigger, fluffier, and not quite as graceful creature racing through the streets of Anastara on a beeline for the docks, a package clutched tightly between their jaws. Dodging, sliding, even jumping headlong over obstacles, the beast frantically attempts to navigate through districts that have, on today of all days, become absurdly crowded: spilled boxes, milling pedestrians, workers carrying gigantic panes of glass and crystal, random flocks of angry geese, spontaneous wizard duels, and so much else that it might lead one to wonder if the canine had been a very, very bad dog in a previous life.

Try to clear a path? Deliberately block the way? Attempt to steal the mystery package? Come one, come all!]

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[woo_oo]

Yes! ... Wait, no. Wrong direction.

[Well, at least she knows the spell works, she just has to work on her aim. NOW she aims it at the actual fire.]

There we go! Hang on, pup!

[pawper]

[This time the spell works perfectly, engulfing her tail in a flood of water. Whining and sputtering, she blinks dark brown eyes up at Webby between swipes of heavy paws across her muzzle, trying to wipe droplets from her furry face.]

[woo_oo]

Great, it's all out!

[Pleased, she bounds up to the pop, holding up the package.]

Here you go, safe and sound! ... Are you hurt?

[pawper]

[A moment wherein she only blinks some more, then tilts her head to the side and barks once, quietly, nosing lightly at the package before accepting it from Webby with due care. Her teeth are rather big and sharp, after all.

As though suddenly remembering her tail had indeed been on fire for several seconds, she leans over to sniff at it. The fur is scorched in places, singed blacker than its already black hue, but the skin beneath seems untouched. A thick pelt was useful for more than keeping out the winter cold, apparently.]

[woo_oo]

[That's a relief! She smiles, glad that giant pupper does not have giant injuries.]

Great! Those guys were jerks... c'mon, let's get going! We don't want that package to be late!

[And yes, she absolutely does believe she's coming along.]

[pawper]

[An extremely questioning bark, ears flattening back for a second before standing straight again.

Are you absolutely sure about this, strange duckgirl??]

[woo_oo]

C'mon, pleeease?

[Can you resist the doe eyes?]

I can help clear the path for you, and make sure no one else sets you on fire!

[pawper]

[She just doesn't want Webby to get hurt! But as there seems to be no real way of politely dissuading someone while in this form......the beast makes a noise that's not unlike a sigh and paws at the ground. Snorts a bit. Then bends all four shaggy legs at the knee, glancing at Webby with all the quiet expectation of a freshly-saddled horse.

All aboard the Awoo Express, choo choo.]

[woo_oo]

... THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

[She didn't expect to RIDE the doggo!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! Giggling madly, she eagerly climbs on, making herself nice and comfortable behind the head.]

Onward, valiant canine!