Who: cloud strife and zack fair. When: early december! Where: a house on the outskirts of town. What: a talk, and it's been a long time coming. Warnings: none presently!
[ It would honestly be strange if the wolf had verbally responded in any way. When Zack had gone completely feral during that earlier full moon, he definitely hadn't been able to form words, his animal brain completely drowning out his human one.
The wolf approaches, clearly interested, and yet Zack doesn't pick up on any of that initial hostility. He isn't going to reach out until he's sure that the wolf trusts him, though, and stays still as the beast circles him a few times, sizing him up.
There's a couple of reasons that he isn't expecting the wolf to jump up at him, its front paws reaching out. First of all, it's injured, which means that it probably shouldn't be straining itself like that in the first place. Secondly, this is Cloud in some form, and he's usually not this forward. Not even close to it.
So there is a brief yelp as the wolf crashes against him, but Zack has enough reaction time that beyond a stumble backward, he does keep his balance. He reaches around to set his hands on the wolf's back, at its shoulder blades, to keep it steady as it balances on its hind legs. ]
Whoa there.
[ He tilts his head to the side now that the wolf is this close, trying to get a look at its flank where it had taken some kind of injury. This at least grants him a decent view of it. ]
You ran into something unfriendly, huh, buddy?
[ First thing's first. He just wants to make sure there's no sign of the Cwyld. ]
[He should absolutely not be straining himself like this at all. It's reckless, stupid, and it's certainly causing his side to bleed more- both his Turnskin abilities of healing and the side-effects of what happened years after the Nibelheim Incident having done a pretty good job (initially) of stemming the blood flow, accelerating his healing enough for him to get here, but not being able to... well, compensate for... a very dumb, very excited dog brain that can only really process someone important right there, needing a couple of thousand licks.
As such, the wolf begins to attempt to climb Zack's body, back legs scrabbling against Zack's own for purchase, tail smacking against his body as it... well, goes berserk. Zack's (well thought out) plan to examine him for any Cwyld might suddenly be a lot harder. Especially when his face gets within reach.
Sorry buddy, here's about ten mlems right to anything he can reach. And a headbutt. And more mlems.]
[ Well then, that is a whole lot of dog that's trying to somehow climb up him, and Zack has no recourse but to end up supporting all of that bulk at the wolf's rump, and then eventually straight-up carries the animal in his arms, cradling its mass like it weighs nothing. Not at all the case, and if he wasn't imbued with enhanced strength he definitely would have fallen over by now in a heap of limbs and laughter, but...
The laughing, that's still happening as the wolf shoves its face against his and licks him relentlessly. Is Cloud going to have any memories of this, whether from sustaining that injury or this very excited greeting? Suddenly it's starting to make sense, why he'd insisted Zack never "meet" his wolf form. Boy, oh boy. ]
Hey, I'm happy to see you too, but now probably isn't the time!
[ Zack protests through his laughing, but ultimately falls into a crouch so that he can try to set the wolf down, then holds his hands out to fend off its "attack" for a moment. ]
Come on, chill out for a sec, I need to get a look at you.
[It's a good thing Cloud, as a (mostly) human, never remembered what exactly happened when he transformed. Because right now? He'd dig himself a large hole, and spend the rest of his life inside it. Because as a wolf? He's having the time of his life.
Chasing pucas, digging out animals from their burrows, hell- even making the odd attempt at a human settlement was nothing compared to the sheer, utter joy the creature feels when his weight is supported, when he's shoved up good and close against what his instincts see as family, and he's surrounded in his scent and his warmth.
A few (dozen) mlems later and Zack's crouched, the wolf, from shoulder to head (unceremoniously) over his shoulder (and chewing excitedly on the longer parts of his hair while making some interesting noises of elation) his very waggly back half on the ground again. And despite wiggling, waggling and wagging (and certainly Not chilling out), he's actually in a pretty good position for Zack to make his examination like that.
Said examination should show no sign of infection. Instead, there's a series of grazes from where a number of bullets (A cluster. Maybe buckshot?) have grazed his side, the wolf, obviously, bleeding, but fortunate enough to have had none of the rounds pierce his skin. On the rare occassion Cloud's still enough for Zack to get a really good look, he should see the skin already starting to heal.
But. The wolf, abruptly, leaps from him, and attempts to charge him, hoping to knock him over. Then it shifts, moving in a zig-zag fashion, away.
[ It's definitely a trial to try and get a proper look at the wound with the wolf never staying still for more than a second, but Zack is at least able to determine that it's nothing so dire that he needs to take immediate action. How he would even sedate a wolf to treat such a wound, he's not sure, as he's not doing such a great job of getting through to Cloud's animal form so far.
No, the wolf's more or less walking all over him, and while all of it seems to come from a place of deep-seated excitement the likes of which Zack has truly never seen from Cloud, it's still. Well. A lot. In this case, with Zack crouched on the floor, he isn't quite steady enough to keep his balance this time. When the wolf charges at him he's bowled over, landing on his back and catching himself at least partway with his elbows. The wolf takes off then, racing around the room, and man, this is not how he thought his night was going to go.
After pushing himself back up into a cross-legged sit (so as to maybe avoid getting knocked down yet again), he simples watches and waits, figuring that all of this energy will have to dry up at some point. The wound must not be bothering the wolf so much that it can't move freely, but once it's calmed down somewhat, Zack will have to see what he can do about cleaning it out.
It'll be easier when Cloud's human again, but Zack's not sure when that shift will happen. Yet another question he should probably have the answer to, he realizes with a spike of frustration at himself. ]
[One eternity later (Or at least a few hours) Zack would maybe be feeling the worse for wear. If anything, because Cloud, injury or not, is still going. Zack in the meantime would have been bumped, jostled, rammed, bolted into, feinted away from, and fakeout zigzagged to all oblivion, nipped at, and jumped over and barked at and wagged at.
...Really, a mako enhanced wolf was hell. Even more so, when it wants to play. However, like all good things, all mortifying things come to an end, and eventually, tongue lolling out of its mouth and panting heavily, the wolf plants itself in front of the chimera, chin squarely on the floor, front legs splayed, and rear end raised in a playful stance- as if to ask, once more, to play.
The wag of his tail is still there. It's less frenetic than before though, and it's obvious that the wolf is breathing heavily, raising its head every now and then to a) pant, and b) try to moisten its nose a little.
Finally, Finally- the wolf lowers itself fully to the ground, and then rolls on its (good) side, pressed up right against Zack's legs.
An opportunity! ...Maybe.
It's just maybe a shame that the wolf's actions thusfar have led to the room being covered in blood, oops.]
[ It's been an interesting night, to say the least. When Zack had crawled into bed he certainly hadn't figured on spending most of his night sitting up with an excitable yet injured Cloud Strife in wolf form, and he can already see that he'll need to spend a good portion of tomorrow cleaning up the cottage.
Chances are that Cloud is going to insist on helping, too. Well, they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
The good news is that it seems like he's finally tired the wolf out enough that he should be able to do something about that wound, to at least clean it out and apply some pressure to it before Cloud shifts back into his human body -- at which point it should be much easier to tend to his injuries.
Zack, having already grabbed the medical supplies they have on hand, therefore takes his opportunity and reaches out with a cloth soaked in warm water to start cleaning the wound and the fur around it. He uses his other hand to rub the wolf between the ears, in what he hopes is a calming gesture. ]
All right, buddy, just relax. It'll be over in no time.
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The wolf approaches, clearly interested, and yet Zack doesn't pick up on any of that initial hostility. He isn't going to reach out until he's sure that the wolf trusts him, though, and stays still as the beast circles him a few times, sizing him up.
There's a couple of reasons that he isn't expecting the wolf to jump up at him, its front paws reaching out. First of all, it's injured, which means that it probably shouldn't be straining itself like that in the first place. Secondly, this is Cloud in some form, and he's usually not this forward. Not even close to it.
So there is a brief yelp as the wolf crashes against him, but Zack has enough reaction time that beyond a stumble backward, he does keep his balance. He reaches around to set his hands on the wolf's back, at its shoulder blades, to keep it steady as it balances on its hind legs. ]
Whoa there.
[ He tilts his head to the side now that the wolf is this close, trying to get a look at its flank where it had taken some kind of injury. This at least grants him a decent view of it. ]
You ran into something unfriendly, huh, buddy?
[ First thing's first. He just wants to make sure there's no sign of the Cwyld. ]
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As such, the wolf begins to attempt to climb Zack's body, back legs scrabbling against Zack's own for purchase, tail smacking against his body as it... well, goes berserk. Zack's (well thought out) plan to examine him for any Cwyld might suddenly be a lot harder. Especially when his face gets within reach.
Sorry buddy, here's about ten mlems right to anything he can reach. And a headbutt. And more mlems.]
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The laughing, that's still happening as the wolf shoves its face against his and licks him relentlessly. Is Cloud going to have any memories of this, whether from sustaining that injury or this very excited greeting? Suddenly it's starting to make sense, why he'd insisted Zack never "meet" his wolf form. Boy, oh boy. ]
Hey, I'm happy to see you too, but now probably isn't the time!
[ Zack protests through his laughing, but ultimately falls into a crouch so that he can try to set the wolf down, then holds his hands out to fend off its "attack" for a moment. ]
Come on, chill out for a sec, I need to get a look at you.
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Chasing pucas, digging out animals from their burrows, hell- even making the odd attempt at a human settlement was nothing compared to the sheer, utter joy the creature feels when his weight is supported, when he's shoved up good and close against what his instincts see as family, and he's surrounded in his scent and his warmth.
A few (dozen) mlems later and Zack's crouched, the wolf, from shoulder to head (unceremoniously) over his shoulder (and chewing excitedly on the longer parts of his hair while making some interesting noises of elation) his very waggly back half on the ground again. And despite wiggling, waggling and wagging (and certainly Not chilling out), he's actually in a pretty good position for Zack to make his examination like that.
Said examination should show no sign of infection. Instead, there's a series of grazes from where a number of bullets (A cluster. Maybe buckshot?) have grazed his side, the wolf, obviously, bleeding, but fortunate enough to have had none of the rounds pierce his skin. On the rare occassion Cloud's still enough for Zack to get a really good look, he should see the skin already starting to heal.
But.
The wolf, abruptly, leaps from him, and attempts to charge him, hoping to knock him over. Then it shifts, moving in a zig-zag fashion, away.
...Sorry Zack. Your bestie's got the zoomies.]
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No, the wolf's more or less walking all over him, and while all of it seems to come from a place of deep-seated excitement the likes of which Zack has truly never seen from Cloud, it's still. Well. A lot. In this case, with Zack crouched on the floor, he isn't quite steady enough to keep his balance this time. When the wolf charges at him he's bowled over, landing on his back and catching himself at least partway with his elbows. The wolf takes off then, racing around the room, and man, this is not how he thought his night was going to go.
After pushing himself back up into a cross-legged sit (so as to maybe avoid getting knocked down yet again), he simples watches and waits, figuring that all of this energy will have to dry up at some point. The wound must not be bothering the wolf so much that it can't move freely, but once it's calmed down somewhat, Zack will have to see what he can do about cleaning it out.
It'll be easier when Cloud's human again, but Zack's not sure when that shift will happen. Yet another question he should probably have the answer to, he realizes with a spike of frustration at himself. ]
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...Really, a mako enhanced wolf was hell. Even more so, when it wants to play. However, like all good things, all mortifying things come to an end, and eventually, tongue lolling out of its mouth and panting heavily, the wolf plants itself in front of the chimera, chin squarely on the floor, front legs splayed, and rear end raised in a playful stance- as if to ask, once more, to play.
The wag of his tail is still there. It's less frenetic than before though, and it's obvious that the wolf is breathing heavily, raising its head every now and then to a) pant, and b) try to moisten its nose a little.
Finally, Finally- the wolf lowers itself fully to the ground, and then rolls on its (good) side, pressed up right against Zack's legs.
An opportunity!
...Maybe.
It's just maybe a shame that the wolf's actions thusfar have led to the room being covered in blood, oops.]
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Chances are that Cloud is going to insist on helping, too. Well, they'll cross that bridge when they come to it.
The good news is that it seems like he's finally tired the wolf out enough that he should be able to do something about that wound, to at least clean it out and apply some pressure to it before Cloud shifts back into his human body -- at which point it should be much easier to tend to his injuries.
Zack, having already grabbed the medical supplies they have on hand, therefore takes his opportunity and reaches out with a cloth soaked in warm water to start cleaning the wound and the fur around it. He uses his other hand to rub the wolf between the ears, in what he hopes is a calming gesture. ]
All right, buddy, just relax. It'll be over in no time.