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[frigidaire]

Hey, this is Isaac. Leave a message, I guess.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

[Holy shit, this is way better than Padfoot. Padfoot is clever, in a puppyish way, but there's a limit to that cleverness-- he can't jump up like that, nor dodge with any real finesse. Moony slides under Isaac, skidding to a stop, his nails leaving scratches in the floor as he scrambles and turns.

Isaac might be flagging, but Moony is the picture of energy: he pants and wiggles back into a pouncing position, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He's not going to stop, not ever, and Isaac had best just deal with that.]

maybe a lil timeskip? let me know if this doesn't work!

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac shouldn't be flagging, but being cooped up in the ship all the time has not done his stamina any good. There's a bit of fun in this, though, a bit of danger. But he'll continue at it for some time, dodging and rolling -- even pulling a few over on the wolf, pinning him down only to dart away again.

It's better than the growling and the anger, certainly.

But after a few hours of rough housing and playing, Isaac is done, exhausted in a way he's unfamiliar with on the full moon. Between keeping his focus and control, and keeping Moony focused? It's a new set of muscles to stretch. ]

Come on, you have got to be done now. You're not tired?

[ Which just means that Moony will have a transformed woof buddy curled up asleep on his floor in a few minutes. No big deal. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He whines in disappointment. This isn't what he wants, not at all-- and if this were Padfoot, he wouldn't tolerate it. He'd bite and snarl until Padfoot got up, because he's the clear alpha there. But Isaac-- well, he's odd, isn't he? Not quite a superior, not quite an inferior. Something odd, and so Moony simply snuffles at his neck, nosing hopefully.

He's asleep, Moony registers after a moment. Impossibly, despite the fact they have things to do and people to hunt, he's asleep. Moony growls softly, annoyed-- but if he's going to miss out, that's his loss. Moony turns, sitting straight, ignoring Isaac pointedly as he stands guard. One of them can be responsible, at least.]