The thing about Jean: they're hungry and they associate this seaweed farm with peace and happiness, so all unknown to them they'd relaxed their habitual hyper-vigilance. Even as they jolt their body moves into a fighting stance, hands raised, feet spread apart -
They blink several times, and then they brighten up, flashing a smile with teeth that are entirely too well-fitting and pointed. "You're new! Welcome, comrade! My pleasure to meet you!"
This is where a handshake would go if their body agreed to move out of that fighting stance.
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The thing about wolves: they're quiet.
The thing about Jean: they're hungry and they associate this seaweed farm with peace and happiness, so all unknown to them they'd relaxed their habitual hyper-vigilance. Even as they jolt their body moves into a fighting stance, hands raised, feet spread apart -
They blink several times, and then they brighten up, flashing a smile with teeth that are entirely too well-fitting and pointed. "You're new! Welcome, comrade! My pleasure to meet you!"
This is where a handshake would go if their body agreed to move out of that fighting stance.