So much complaining about turning into creatures yesterday.  Silly humans forget they are just animals too.  Small, slow, fragile animals.

You forget there is only one matter to concern self with.

Are you predator or prey.

Air smells sharper now.  The night air is colder.  Soon have to sleep in apartment, not in forest.

Puck is gone.  Peri is gone.  Pretty boy is gone.  Suppose you are leaving too, alpha?

You are stupid.  Stop provoking alphas.

Ophelia.  Pack will deal with Pack.  You are not pack.  So, next time not deal.

Hungry now.  Bored now.

What is different to hunt?  Monsters in Underground not challenge anymore. 

Who tastes good?

Sky sauce taste good.  Next time, make rain meat.

All people fussing about clothes should just not wear in first place.  Then, not get clothes messy.

Full moon comes soon.

Peri.  I will take that night off.

...Think you all crazy.

Why much fuss?  It is just skin.

Pretty, think give tacos without pants today?

People talk strange today.

Going to run.

What is this thing?

Permit?  Kin not need permit. 

Out of my way, snack-thing.  You touch, I touch back.  And you will not like it.

Puck.  Why you not bring me gifts?  No figs, no jewels, no shiny things.  And no sex.

I leave my good home to come be harem girl, and you not even come to taste my perfumed skin.  Not even biggest dowry is worth this.  What good big dowry if you not even giving it to me once in a while?  Think should have become part of Sultan's harem instead.  Stupid, worthless Puck.

[ooc:  Bored harem-girl!Delilah is bored.  She also thinks Robin's a useless tool which is...pretty normal for her, actually.]

Had breakfast in bed.  City is so prompt with delivery.

You, I will eat later.  Ophelia says taste good. 


[ooc:  Pigeon because it's New York, and because beaver just doesn't sound right.  >.>  Yes, she ate it.]

[A couple yips and then a long, mournful howl]

Want company.

Now.


[ooc:  Delilah will, of course, be looking for Samsons to seduce.  But watch out, because you'll get a haircut afterwards.  >.>]

Looks like sewer around here today.

Many sick when hunting.  Kin are strong.  The wolf can eat many things and not get sick.  But still...

Strange smells.  Not normal sickness.  Suppose it is a warning: hunt the strong, not the sick.

No taste for human sheep anyway.

Who are hunters here?  Who may run with me?

Richard Zeeman is gone.  Who will give "distraction" now?

You fight well.  Smell strange.  Like dead things.

Careful, careful pups.  A Hunter is catching big prey.

Hmmm....no.  Not a Hunter. 

Waster.