Hopefully it will be apparent, but in case it's not, it's RayK in this.
"That is a wolf!" Ray shouts, dancing back from the car.
The aforementioned wolf follows him, wagging its tail enthusiastically and barking at him. Do wolves bark? Maybe. Just before they swallow you whole.
"Dief has been very worried about you," The Mountie says, as though this is a perfectly normal thing. "I've explained to him that he wasn't allowed in the hospital for hygienic reasons, but I'm afraid he found that rather insulting."
Ray is now backed up against the wall of the hospital and the wolf is still coming for him. To his surprise, it starts licking his hand. "It's playing with me," he says. "It's luring me into a false sense of security and then, bam! I'm a wolf sandwich. You don't want me, uh, I'm very skinny and all... you know, sinew and stuff. I'm wiry. Plus, I have a head injury. That won't taste good."
"I'm afraid bargaining won't help, Ray," The Mountie says.
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Date: 2012-09-21 01:50 pm (UTC)