Hunt 006 ~ [Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

There's some fuckin' big wolves in this place.

[Hello, Paradisa. This is your resident redneck with the Hunting Review. His lazy voice makes it seem like he doesn't care.]

S'odd, though. Ain't seen many animals 'les I'm lookin' fer 'em, but these tracks? Huge. Ain't seen nothin' like 'em. Definately wolf, though. I know what that looks like.

Jus' a fair warnin' t'you lot who like walkin' in the woods. Watch yer backs.

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[wintercat]

A direwolf. [Granted, she thinks it's just Ghost, but she knows what it is, at least.]

[squirrelhunter]

Direwolf? Ain't them just stories?

[Then again, this is Paradisa.]

[wintercat]

Perhaps in your home. In mine they are rare but present. And I know that one from my home has come here along with his master.

[squirrelhunter]

Yeah, well, it ain't safe fer 'em t'be let off the leash. Wolves're wolves. Can dress 'em up like dogs as much as ya want. He best stick with it. Didn't see no human footprints 'long with the paw-prints.

[wintercat]

[Catelyn is not a member of the Jon Snow fan club. And initially, the direwolves had frightened her as well. But something about the image of them leashed makes her bristle. Even she understands, on some level, that the Starks and the direwolves are one.]

It is possible Ghost went hunting. Regardless, I assure you he will cause you no harm unless you first threaten him. Each of my children has a direwolf to their name.

[squirrelhunter]

Say what y'want. I ain't comfortable with no wolves runnin' 'round unchecked. There only th'one?

[wintercat]

My son and I would be dead, if not for these wolves.

To my knowledge, yes.

[direwolfbastard]

Wolf tracks, and bigger than usual? It could be Ghost, my direwolf, but he's not been out in a few days that I'm aware of. How fresh are the tracks?

[squirrelhunter]

That you're aware of?

[Uh oh.]

Y'mean y'don't keep tabs on it?

[direwolfbastard]

I do, but Ghost occasionally goes out on his own at night. As I said, he hasn't done so recently, and even if he had, he would never attack someone from the castle unprovoked. He's better trained than that.

[squirrelhunter]

The tracks're pretty damn fresh. Y'sure it couldn't've slipped out?

[direwolfbastard]

Ghost is here with me right now, so if the tracks are fresh, it wasn't him.

[Ghost, knowing he's being talked about, approaches Jon's journal, snuffling big wolfy snuffles at it. He sounds even bigger than the tracks would suggest, as Ghost has two years on the direwolf wandering around now.]

If it is a direwolf, I advise you to be very careful. If you're the one Arya was talking about, I've no doubt about your skills as a hunter, but a direwolf is much more than even the most experienced hunter can handle, especially if it's wild.

[squirrelhunter]

[Yep. That sounds like one big wolf. Daryl wants to see it, even if he'd never ask...]

Well, he's a loud fella, ain't he?

An' I know how t'deal with wolves. I'm sure a bigger one ain't gonna be much diffr'nt. 'specially after dealin' with th'Walkers.

dictated

[accidentalrebellion]

[Congratulations, Daryl. With the Hunting Review, you have found something that Katniss actually cares enough about to pay attention to, despite recent events.

The mention of this, though, instantly brings up a memory. One that sends a chill down her spine, one that's been known to feature in her nightmares. The mutts...--]

I haven't seen any wolves. [Then again, she's been... a little distracted lately.]

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[squirrelhunter]

Well, just watch y'self. They're out there. Ain't no mistakin' those tracks.

[accidentalrebellion]

Where were they?

[... Deets, man.]

[squirrelhunter]

Pretty deep in the forest. Fresh. I'd say less than 12 hours old.

[accidentalrebellion]

[Maybe it's deeper than she's been, even when she spent a week out there about a month ago. Even so, if they'd been out there, she feels like she would've known about them. Unless they just magically appeared. Which wouldn't be the first....

Yes, there is something about this that bothers her.]

Are you sure?

[squirrelhunter]

'course I'm fuckin' sure. Wouldn't've waisted my fuckin' time tellin' you lot if I weren't.

[sixguns]

[This. Isn't quite right. Murph sounds like he's swallowed a banjo.]

Has anyone gone missin'?

[Noah really, really hates Paradisa sometimes.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Watch it.]

Nope. Ain't no-one been savaged or gone missin'. [The word yet hangs unsaid in the air.]

[sixguns]

[Hrm.]

Some other sort'a wolves I'm not familiar with, then. Ones I know of dinnae take t'humans.

[Real wolves avoid people. Fictional ones eat them. That's how it works in Noah's world, anyway.]

[squirrelhunter]

Well, they're pretty damn big. Accordin' t'folk 'round here, they might be direwolves.

[sixguns]

What th' hell is a dire wolf?

[squirrelhunter]

Y'never read th'stories? Big fuckers, which makes sense.