Private Finished Cats and Dogs

Noah was on his way to buy food, proper food, with vegetables, potatoes and meat. In contrast to how he acquired food when he thought himself a dog. An unusual dog tho, who gathered food with a pack of wild dogs, in the dumpsters or trashcans outside restaurant and what not. Since old man Wolfe found him, he had learnt so much and could be considered almost normal... Aside from his horns, his hound form and occasional bestial behavior... Alright so maybe he wasn't so normal after all, though he had learn'ed what normal humans common sense was, he would just not always agree with it.

On the way to the store, he always had a residual urge to move towards their sides, but he did manage to turn and walk in through the front door. Old man Wolfe had told him that the green stuff was vegetables and important for a strong body, he picked up a random piece of meat and a random amount of potatoes. He even got so far as to line up to pay for it all but then he spotted a cat. He forgot the things he was going to buy, left them as he bolted out of the store, turned inte hiss Hellhound/Rottweiler form and ran after that cat.

In his current form he was like a demon dog, well he is after all part Hellhound. With small spikes protruding along his spine and black horns spiraling around his ears. Massive muscles, paws and builds, which is a combination from both his Hellhound part and his Shifter part. His Shifter parts also contribute with a general Rottweiler fur and build.

In any form his eyes stay the same, mottled as they are, silver blue with green lines and brown dots. Staring up the tree, trying to keep his eyes on the cat. Standing on two legs, leaning towards the tree with his front paws, pushing it into a rocking motion, possible only because of his strength.

It hit him, he stopped, froze even. He had a sudden realization, his instinct had taken over once more. Glancing around him to see if anyone reacted to the scenario. Sure, old man Wolfe had thought him to adapt to human standards but he was far from "tamed" and like this time, his instincts would take over from time to time. Then, just a second after he stopped, it suddenly hit him, this time a shoe instead of thoughts.

The boot agitated his instincts, at first he backed away after the punch the boot had packed but he soon resumed his position. This time he did however really stretch, trying to get as close as possible to the cat..He looked, turned his head at the leg, and slowly looked up until he reached the hand that held the other boot.

He backed away into a fence and changed back to his other self, sitting on the ground and starring at the boot. With the other boot still hanging on one of his horns, which, like the eyes, stayed in both forms, though big in his hound form they where only the size of a headset in this form.

He was back to his senses though he had not listened the word mutt echoed distant in his mind and with the boot held high.. Well it evoked a memory of his prior life, where he was pinned in an alley with a wall behind him and on his sides, though at this moment there wasn't walls on his sides, his memory provided him with imaginary walls as well as a man of the pound with a high held weapon.

Noah was frozen once more.

That was it exactly, his animal instinct took over. Instincts where there to enhance suitability and that was never dumb "Yes, my dumb instincts took over.." her voice brought him back to realty. He was much more interested in her, he had never before seen a two legged who can become an animal, well aside from himself and to him that was interesting.

By pushing his hands on the real wall behind him he was able to stand up fairly quick and though he wanted to greet her he opted to not walk around sniffing her butt, but instead trying the proper way that old man Wolfe had shown.There where several forms of greetings and touching in the two legged world and he chose the simplest. He reached out his hand and said "My name is Noah".

He looked at her, then back to his hand, at her and back o his hand. Had he done it wrong? Was it not proper, had he offended, aside from the charging her up the tree? He did feel heavy on the one side, actually he had been ever since he had left the tree, though he had thought he had hit his head. It wasn't she asked him about the shoe that it dawned on him that it was hanging on his horn.

Wasn't it obvious by now, she even guessed it and he had confirmed it, though it was possible that she hadn't heard him the first time "My instincts took over, I am working on it, OK?". He removed the shoe from his horn and with a shine in his eyes he thought about throwing it at her, because that would be fair, right? At the same time he didn't want to be chased up a tree because if he got to throw the shoe on her then to be completely fair she would be free to chase him and he did not want to run from a cat.. His final decision, he gave the shoe back, like a civilized person.