The aroma of cooking meat and the sound of classical music filled the home of Aloysius Paltiel. He pulled out a silver bowl which was almost imediately followed by the clacking of feet on the white tiled floor. "Hold on I still have to cut it up," Aloysius turned smiling at his four legged housemate. It was fairly recently that he met and taken in the small wolf pup who came to be known as Zwart. He was on a job when he found him in the woods, sickly and abandoned; he probably would have died if he'd stayed any longer. Needless to say, Aloysius took him to the vet, got him treated, and took him in as a pet after having it confirmed that it wasn't just someone's lost were-baby. He may not be a werewolf but the pup did exhibit signs of being fairly intelligent.
The pup let out an impatient whine as his owner cut up the meat into bite sized pieces and placed it in the bowl and set it on the floor. He left the kitchen and headed into the living room, it was fairly neat save the blue prints lying out on the coffee table along with a mug. He cleared the blueprints off, neatly rolling them up and chugging the cold coffee. He was just about to put the prints away and check on Zwart when there was a knock at the door. A loud knock that prompted the Zwart to skitter out of the kitchen to start yipping at the door. Aloysius put the mug and blue prints down and went to answer the door. There was only one person he knew with a knock like that. He answered the door, "Uncle Ignatius! What are you doing here?"
The dog barked once and trotted up beside his owner. "Shush, you," he said, picking Zwart up.
@"Thoth"
The pup let out an impatient whine as his owner cut up the meat into bite sized pieces and placed it in the bowl and set it on the floor. He left the kitchen and headed into the living room, it was fairly neat save the blue prints lying out on the coffee table along with a mug. He cleared the blueprints off, neatly rolling them up and chugging the cold coffee. He was just about to put the prints away and check on Zwart when there was a knock at the door. A loud knock that prompted the Zwart to skitter out of the kitchen to start yipping at the door. Aloysius put the mug and blue prints down and went to answer the door. There was only one person he knew with a knock like that. He answered the door, "Uncle Ignatius! What are you doing here?"
The dog barked once and trotted up beside his owner. "Shush, you," he said, picking Zwart up.
@"Thoth"