038 (Voice/Video) And, all the while, coyote keeps on singing....

[uberboned]

[There's some scratching sounds on the microphone and what to human ears will sound like a frustrated dog's growling is actually Gabriel swearing and trying to urge HIS NEWFOUND PAWS to operate the controls on his journal. After a moment of cojoling, the video clicks on and there's an EXTREME CLOSE-UP OF A PAIR OF AMBER EYES AND A SNOUT... And then Gabriel hops back, revealing... A coyote. Sitting in a chair, tilting his head at the camera.]

...Honestly? I was kinda expecting a lot worse.

[Now watch as he realizes that only the fraction of the Barge that is currently animal in nature actually understands what he just said. HE CAN ONLY BE ANNOYING TO A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULACE.]

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SPAAAM.

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[Gabriel looks down at Sam and then stands, moving over to Harry, all aggression replaced with casual indifference.]

Only if I can run circles around the big guy. [He gives Harry a good hard whack in the chest with his tail as he passes that can only have been intentional.

He pauses briefly and then grabs Murphy in his mouth- GENTLY, DAMMIT, HE'S NOT AN ANIMAL- and carries her back over to the other side of the room at a steady trot. Look. Harry's a giant. He is keeping her from being stepped on. It's totally not rooted in petty jealousy.]

SPAAAM.

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[Murphy goes very, very still after the initial yelp and flail, dangling from between Gabriel's jaws with the most scandalized look her doggy face can manage.]

What. Do you think. You are doing.

SPAAAM.

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[Gabriel at first attempts to tell her, "What does it look like I'm doing," but it comes out as a series of muffled growls, because it's really hard to talk with your mouth full of Murphy. He lowers her head and places her back on the floor and looks pointedly innocent.]

Carrying you over the threshold. Except Harry's blocking the door, so I had to settle for carrying you four feet back over this way.

SPAAAM.

[chicagoshope.livejournal.com]

*hi Gabriel, have an agitated wolf pouncing you the second Murphy is clear.

What? He can't help it. It's a dominance display.*

SPAAAM.

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[OH YOU DID NOT JUST CHALLENGE HIS ALPHA MALE STATUS, HARRY. NOT COOL.

A normal coyote would stay pinned and slink away when it was sure it wasn't going to get EATEN BY THE GIANT WOLF. Gabriel, unfortunately, had a reputation to protect and the benefit of being stronger than the average coyote. He went down under Harry's weight and immediately snapped his jaws up to get a tight grip on his throat, snarling.]

SPAAAM.

[chicagoshope.livejournal.com]

*YOU CHALLENGED FIRST PIPSQUEAK.

Here's hoping Harry's experience with fighting as a wolf gives him a sliiiight advantage. Not likely, but he can hope. He hunches his shoulders to protect his throat and tries to bite Gabriel's head.*

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[Murphy lets out a snarl that sounds like a broken wind-up toy and dives between the two of them, her paws on Gabriel (one of them in his eye) and her teeth turned Harry's direction. The snarl is clear in her voice--and entirely intimidating.]

That's enough, both of you! What's the matter with you two?

SPAAAM.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

[Murphy lets out a snarl that sounds like a broken wind-up toy and dives between the two of them, her paws on Gabriel (one of them in his eye) and her teeth turned Harry's direction. The snarl is clear in her voice--and entirely intimidating.]

That's enough, both of you! What's the matter with you two?

SPAAAM.

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[Gabriel flails at both HEAD IN HARRY'S MOUTH AND PAW IN HIS EYE and tries to shoulder Harry onto his back. He lets go of Harry's neck and jerks away from Murphy... And it's really hard to headbutt someone when you're practically trying to headbutt their throat.... From the inside.]

He drew first blood!

SPAAAM.

[chicagoshope.livejournal.com]

*Harry eventually spits out Gabriel's head when Murphy gets between them, but it takes a bit of effort.

He snuffs in annoyance and backs away just enough to scratch his ear without hitting either of them.*

He hit me first.