[That is definitely not a wolf movement. Is he really onto something here?]
I feel you're making fun of me. [Oh. Ah! Wait! Does it mean it literally? Er, the movement. (Can movements be literal?) He had not anticipated playing a game of charades with a forest creature, who... did not have much forest to live in at the edge of a desert. Thus.] You... can't talk.
[He waits for affirmation. And gets a tip of the head. All right. So he's definitely communicating with --]
Are you fucking mad? [Wolves don't understand speech. Only one person has mentioned turning into a wolf casually. Of course, he'd been a bit plastered with wine at that moment, but somehow Jaskier does feel a bit like he's been made a fool of.
If he's right, of course. He clears his throat.] I don't suppose I owe you a bottle of wine still, do I?
[It would be far too embarrassing to claim a random wolf was Alucard and to be overheard saying it.]
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I feel you're making fun of me. [Oh. Ah! Wait! Does it mean it literally? Er, the movement. (Can movements be literal?) He had not anticipated playing a game of charades with a forest creature, who... did not have much forest to live in at the edge of a desert. Thus.] You... can't talk.
[He waits for affirmation. And gets a tip of the head. All right. So he's definitely communicating with --]
Are you fucking mad? [Wolves don't understand speech. Only one person has mentioned turning into a wolf casually. Of course, he'd been a bit plastered with wine at that moment, but somehow Jaskier does feel a bit like he's been made a fool of.
If he's right, of course. He clears his throat.] I don't suppose I owe you a bottle of wine still, do I?
[It would be far too embarrassing to claim a random wolf was Alucard and to be overheard saying it.]