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[Frank is on him in a minute hearing a whine. He's got a lick or two sniffling and snuffling at him to investigate. Any injuries? A bruised ego doesn't count. Shaking it off he steps back and gives Peter some space. There's a tentative tail wag.]

[ There will be some bruises after he changes back but for now, the worst of it is his own embarrassment. The licks and snuffles help to sooth the worst of it and his tail is wagging again. He pads over and nuzzles his face into the fur at Frank's neck, thick enough for half of Peter's face to get covered by it.

There's another whine but not one from pain. There's a more affectionate ting to it. ]

[A low rumble sound in his throat is not a growl. Just a sound of expression, worries soothed. And he nips at Peter's bag, teeth not digging just holding in his way. Tail goes faster. He moves back and noses at the other's neck and steps back.

More running?]

[ There's another affectionate whine and Peter's licks Frank's snout before jumping in place and doing another spin before he's taking off again, further into the park.

Bu this time, it's not just them. There are grey blurs a few feet away that try to catch up to Peter and he almost stumbles into the ground in trying to stop. Panting and ears flat, he doesn't recognize any of these scents. ]

[As with his human form, Peter is agile and fast. Frank still has to put in the effort to not only track his scent but keep up. And when he stops so quickly, his larger body nearly bowls him over. Stopping short and nipping at the scruff of his neck again as he looms behind. When his teeth clench in fur he stops, the smells of others around. It makes him growl. Teeth release but stay ready and bared. His own fur bristles.]

[ Peter didn't mean to stop so short but he was caught off guard by the other wolves. Usually, when he didn't recognize the scent, that meant they had either strayed into different territory or they were being followed.

His ears remain flat as he watches them. Black and grey wolves and they bare their teeth at him and Frank. Peter tries to step forward with a soft woof, wanting to show he doesn't want to fight. He's met with a sharp growl that leaps into a bark. Peter flinches back, not liking where any of this is going. ]

[Whoever they are, the fuckers need to know that they should play nice. Frank isn't backing down. The scent and the fact that there is more than one means that this could get ugly fast. And Frank can handle ugly. Teeth bared and once it's clear they're not about to be civil, he lunges in retaliation. Full snarl.

You mess with him, you mess with me..]

[ The grey wolf that had snarled at Peter looks like they are about to take Frank up at the challenge but is stopped still by a howl. They lean back and look upward before howling back.

The other two do the same. There's a final look and growl at Frank and Peter but they turn and leave, running in the direction of the howling. Peter waits until they are out of sight to give a bark to Frank. Maybe they should go back. ]

[Black hair stays raised up on his neck and the ridge of his spine. Howl or no howl. It remains bristled until they back away. Frank snuffs and slowly stops snarling. He lowers his nose to the ground to smell and smell before nudging at Peter's rump.

Okay. That would be a good idea after all.]

[ Peter mouths at the scruff of Frank's neck before licking at his face. But he starts trotting back the way they came, assuming Frank will be close behind.

He stops halfway there to get some water from one of the ponds, lapping at the water thirstly and only stopping when hears howling again. He rears his head up sharply, ears up and perked, water dripping from his mouth. It's those wolves from earlier. Not nearby but were they following them?

He gives a whine to Frank, getting nervous again. ]

[Moving on back up the hill and toward the edges of the park. He lingers. The scent is still ripe in the air. Frank pads close, ears alert. He comes close to the water's edge but doesn't drink. Now with even a suggestion of a threat he's on guard. It's what he would do in his human form. With no gun he's got his wits, his teeth, his paws.

And Peter. While he is strong and spry, he could be overpowered with enough opponents.]

[ Peter is strong and agile as a wolf and in his human form. But fighting in his wolf form is something he has little experience in. And even in his human form he doesn't like fighting if he can avoid it.

He doesn't wait for Frank to start moving, he starts up again, running this time.

It's not just out of fear for himself -- he doesn't want Frank to fight them and he knows the other wolf would. Without question. It's been such a good night up to now. He doesn't want it to end like that.

He keeps running until they are near the edge of the park, sidewalk and streets just beyond them. He stops and waits for Frank to catch up. ]

[The naturally antisocial nature of Frank and his tendency for confrontation is dialed up to eleven in this form. Pulling away from a potential conflict is the very best decision. Keeping track of Peter and keeping close wins over his nagging want to try and find out where the other wolves are. Good call, Parker.

Getting closer to civilization again also limits the chances that they'll meet the other wolves. It's not wise to fight and risk being exposed. Types like them have nothing to fear. Frank races to catch up, giving a short yelp as a reminder he's there.]

[ Peter waits for the other wolf and when Frank is close enough, he moves closer, tail wagging and nuzzling his face into Frank's neck. He pulls away to lick his face again, letting the other wolf know how happy he is he followed. ]

[All of this freely given affection when they had only just touched hands and even embraced in human form. Frank snuffs and whines before snuffling and licking. His own tail wags because being here, running with someone else isn't something he's indulged in for quite some time. It's always a run in or a use to evade or be alone.

He paws at the ground before taking off to a familiar route. Through back alleys and less busy streets they're making a roundabout way to his apartment.]

[ Peter's tail wags even harder when Frank returns the licks, whining again and pressing up against his side. But then he was moving away and Peter wonders if he should follow or not...

In the end, he does follow behind Frank, tail still wagging and realizing this is the first time he'll get to see where the other wolf lives. ]

[He pauses before turning another corner. Yes, good. He got the message. The only thing that's complicated about their bodies in this form is that communication is intuitive and actions speak so loudly. For once, Frank isn't trying to put a person at a distance. This far into the neighborhood many places look run down. From the outside at least. He counts on looks being deceiving. It keeps him safe and has the privacy he so desperately wants and needs.

There's a conveniently large dent at the bottom of an auto repair garage door that he lowers onto his belly to crawl through. Once on the other side, he shoves his face out and yelps.

Follow me.]

[ Peter jogs over to the door and tilts his head to one side and then the other before jumping back when Frank shoves his face back out. He does a little dance, pawing at the ground before getting on his belly and mimicking the other wolf. He goes in a little easier due to how much smaller he is. ]

[At least he can count on it being overlooked by larger predatory types. And with the unmistakable odor of wolf cats won't bother. Once inside, the garage area is made up like someone's patio. Frank shakes out his fur and begins the change.

It always feels good after a run, like all your muscles have stretched the way they're meant to and then brought back together in a different shape. A strange deep tissue massage. Of course now that he's a man again, he's in the buff.

Not like he's got anything Peter hasn't seen. And it was bound to happen if they're truly taking this to relationship levels.]

[ Peter shakes his fur out too once he's up on his feet again. He stills long enough to see Frank change and looks away, down, wherever else except at the naked man in front of him. While he was more prone to wolf instincts when in this form, his own anxiousness still managed to get the better of him.

On top of all the times he imagined this... In his room. At night. Trying to get to sleep.

He also forgets to start changing back, himself. ]

[Frank takes a seat and reaches for a towel he left out for himself for the sweat or if he ran through any wet grass or streams. Whether or not he had planned on meeting with Peter he was going to go for a run. Now that their is company he'll have to find another. He has enough sense to also drape it over his own lap.

Except Peter is still furry.]

I guess this was kind of forward of me. I didn't mean to surprise you.

[Fuzzy faces are not easy to read this side of the change. Though there's a prickling of a smell of arousal. And Peter is still standing here.]

...you okay?

[He reaches out with an open palm, permission to pet him.]

[ Peter isn't sure at first, ducking his head down and looking up at the hand with large wolf eyes. But he does eventually pad over and lick at Frank's palm before rubbing his head against it. There's a soft whine, a paw tapping the top of Frank's foot. ]

It's okay. No rush. Really.

[Which sounds pretty fucking stupid to say to his own ears when he's buck naked. He hopes Peter gets what he means. Given the permission he strokes his head and scratches a little at the scruff of his neck.]

I can go and put something on.

[ Peter pushes his head up into the hand, eyes closing as he enjoys what it feels like. It's a whole different sensation than nuzzling.

He turns slightly and his body bumps up against Frank's legs before he's flopping down, all the running from the night finally catching up to him. He's surprisingly tired. ]

[Fingers comb through his fur. It's soft at the roots close to the skin and more dense. All the better to protect him and keep him dry. Frank slowly brings his other hand into the action. There's more care in it than simply petting an animal. It's Peter. And it's a treat as well as an honor to be allowed to touch him in this body.]

Tuckered out already?

[His large hand fits so easily between Peter's ears on his head.]

...I can carry you in if you need it.

[Because the garage does get cold. Frank's gutted the place to make it more like an apartment. Just another thing that is hidden in plain sight in the city.]

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