outer_divide | First Howl [Audio, Monday night]

[This is the first time Lyall has ever actually posted something to the network, but he's giving it a try. There's no reason to go about what he wants alone, after all, and while he could just walk to visit a couple friends, he might need more than just Chime, Kaidan Alenko, and Liara T'soni-- and Eliot, if he could convince the man-- to keep from being overwhelmed and missing some of his prey.

So here he is, clearing his throat on an open network post. He hasn't got his face showing, just his voice, but that's more luck than intent. Despite his discomfort, he still manages to sound self-assured and urbane.]

Ah. Hello. This is Randolph Lyall speaking. It has come to my attention that there is a pack of small predatory dinosaurs to the south of the city that is causing some concern.

[Trust the werewolf to call the beasts a "pack" when he doesn't know what other word to use.]

I plan on doing something about that in the next few evenings. If anyone would like to join me, the endeavor would probably be more successful. If anyone is interested, please contact me on the communicator, or visit me in the hospital's office tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

[He disconnects, and somewhere invisible to the network at large, he slumps back in his chair and runs a hand over his hair. Stressful, that thing! He hates being in the spotlight in any fashion.]

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You're going to kill them, aren't you?

Yes, of course. They're a danger to the livestock here, and I doubt whatever made them migrate here will allow them to migrate away again.

[To someone who is both a wolf and a shepherd, it seems completely obvious, and he actually sounds puzzled that she has to ask.]

They're only following their instincts.

[What does that have to do with anything? Still sounding confused, he answers,]

So is a rat when it gets into the grain. That does not mean the farmer should not employ cats, Miss Ella.

But it doesn't mean you should slaughter it.

Whyever not? That's what cats do. Besides, so far, the dinosaurs I have brought down have been fairly tasty, and they serve to help feed the rest of the city, as well.

[That does at least lessen some of the sadness in her voice. She minds less if they are being killed for a purpose.]

Cats are following their instincts too. They would chase the mice, even if that wasn't their express purpose.

[Softening a bit, Lyall at least has to explain, if in vague terms since this is a public channel and he really isn't certain, still, how just to make these things private.]

My dear Miss Ella, I do happen to be a hunter by nature, as much as any cat. I may not look it, but I assure you it is true. And if hunting in this case feeds the city and protects the city's horses, I will gladly do it.

[Suddenly, she feels the need to apologize. She does have a habit of saying the wrong things.]

You're ready to hunt again.

[It's more of an observation, than a question.]

Most definitely.

[If she knows anything about werewolves-- or if her werewolves are not to different from his own-- she might even put two and two together and guess what's coming up: the full moon. But even if she doesn't, she does at least seem like she understands.]

Will it help if I promise not to cause them undue pain, Miss Ella?

[There's a bit of a tease in there, somewhere. Just a bit.]

[Those in her world are quite different, but she isn't unaware of the myths. And she is beginning to gather that the misconceptions in her world are the reality of his.]

Please?

[What a silly conversation, for a werewolf to be involved in. Still, if it will make her feel better...]

I will do my very best.

[And if this were video, he would be doffing his hat to her there. But it's not, so she'll just have to imagine it.]

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[The smile is evident in her voice.]

Thank you.

You are quite welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Ella?

[She shakes her head before remembering he can't see her.]

I'm okay.

If you're certain. I hope you have found your niche.

We'll see.

I believe I may be of some assistance with the endeavour.

[Liara sounds terribly intrigued. She hasn't seen any small dinosaurs yet.]

[And there would be one of the people he's hoped would be interested!]

Then I will gladly accept whatever assistance you offer, Doctor T'soni. It will have to be in the evening, of course. Would you prefer tomorrow night or Wednesday?

Professor.

Can I assist? I have some advantages that may be useful.

[Lyall has to consider that for a moment, remembering just how big Wing is. He hates to turn away help, but he does need to at least know what he's dealing with.]

Good evening, Wing. Have you any experience in hunting very small things? These are quite a bit smaller than even a man.

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