[ What a lovely day. Not only has he felt like he's been dying, at times finding the most fascinating scents, at others ones he can't make himself appreciate, but he's found fleas, defeated them, found rats, failed to eat any of them, and still has no idea what is searing well going on. Running around on four feet made handling the piles of trash easier, but it also makes communication difficult.

Then again, Licyn isn't so concerned with proper communication when he leans in and tries to take the rest of that burger out of this man's hand. He's not sure why he's clutching a child's doll, but it means he can't hold on with that hand... and Licyn appreciates an easy meal.

In or out of wolf form. ]