driftfleet | Cry Wolf

[Bigby huffs.]

Scabby and dirty is less appealing. I was scrawny and sickly and more like a baby bird than the cute puppies you're thinking of.

But I like you for you! I don't mind if you're dirty or funny-looking~ [ And he means it. Bigby's a giant, terrifying wolf after all; a predator which could eat him at any given moment, and who could easily overpower him. Bigby's a threat.

But Sascha adores him all the same for what kindness and tolerance he's shown, because that is what matters. ]

[He knows Sascha means it. He just doesn't exactly comprehend it.

And he knows he isn't half as nice to Sascha as Sascha probably deserves, but kindness doesn't come naturally to him.

He says nothing, resting his chin on his paws.]

[ And just as easily, Sascha lies his head down and sinks into the other's soft pelt with a pleased sound.

Then starts working his hands under Bigby's fur in order to give him a good scratch. ]

[Bigby sighs softly and settles down into the floor more. He will allow this scratching for now.

Feels nice.]

[ He thought Bigby might appreciate it, seeing how he'd claimed to only enjoy it in wolf form rather than human. So Sascha will diligently work his hands in inch by inch, scratching as he goes with an elated expression of his own; it's still an impossible treat to have an animal which doesn't run from him at first chance, and he relishes every moment the wolf allows him to dote on him like this. ]

[Sheltered by his pelt, Big does enjoy a good, enthusiastic rub, as much as he will grumble, complain and protest otherwise.

Big lies there for quite a while, but eventually he gets restless, legs stretching.]

Enough.

[ And at that point Sascha will push himself upright as he stops, fixing his shades and peering around at the other. ]

Finished?

[Bigby starts rolling, but slowly, not just dumping Sascha straight off without warning.

But if he doesn't move, he will get dumped off.]

Yes. Want to run.

[ He'll slide down off Bigby on his own, no worries c: he's a little reluctant to of course, but he'll reel and land in a crouch as he touches down, eyes bright. ]

Can I go too??

If you want.

[He stands, stretches and then shakes, dislodging fur everywhere.]

[ Which immediately gets into Sascha's nose and has him sneezing a little, shaking his own head to clear it off before he grins and waits for Bigby to take lead. ]

[It takes Bigby a moment to decide where he;s going and then he's loping off at a sedate pace. For a giant wolf.]

[ It's plenty fast for a human, but luckily? Sascha is mostly certainly not, and although it takes him a moment to catch up, he does and runs happily alongside him. ]

I bet you're happy~

[Bigby doesn't reply at first. He's taking in scents and sounds, the lingering traces of death and illness, the fresh smells of the gardens and life reemerging into this place, the metal and plastics that made it work.

He actually speeds up at a doorway a little too small for him and then dives, sliding on his stomach to pass through and then back up onto all fours, skidding to a halt and giving a full body shake.]

Better than the Bloodsport.

[ Okay, that? Was totally adorable and Sascha can't believe what he's just seen as he gawks for a moment, only remembering to catch up when Bigby speaks again. He's rendered speechless by the visual of Bigby sliding in his tummy, and already he just wants to reach up and rub it.

Wisely, he chooses not too and simply does his best to catch up. ]

That...was so cute!!

[Good boy. Bigby will let you know if you're allowed to touch the underside and while standing is not one of those times.

He does whip his head to look at Sascha.]

... cute?

[ Sascha can be taught! Especially with being able to deliver affection as a motivator to someone like Bigby. He won't touch, but he does wear a goofy sort of grin on his face as he nods, stretching his arms out in front of him to mimic the wolf's earlier motion. ]

Yeah! You slid forward all woooosh~

And it was super-cute♥

... cute?

[Of all the things he has been called in his life, that has never been one.]

[ Goodness, this is Glitch all over again--Sascha nods, expression still bright as he hovers eagerly near the wolf's front side.

He will take a moment to adjust his shades so that the sun won't get in, artificial though it may be. ]

C, u, t, e.

[Bigby raises his eyebrow.]

I have no idea where you get cute from.

You were all stretched out and you slid...! [ Obviously! How could he not make that connection himself? Even thinking back in it Sascha wants to rub Bigby's tummy. But he behaves himself again. ]

[Sascha has possibly never been more incomprehensible to Bigby than at this moment.]

You're a strange creature.

I know, I know~ but you still really were! [ This he insists on as he gives one if Bigby's front paws a stubborn loop of his arms as he leans into him with a grin. All affection, all the time. ]

I've never seen a wolf do that before.

... most wolves probably don't.

[Most wolves aren't on space ships.

Or the better part of a storey tall.]

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