It's been a year already? :O

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Come write Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia - A Multi-Fandom Mini-Fest, February Thirteenth through Fifteenth!

Bluh. Why do none of my fandoms fit with telepathic wolves. I tried to come up with something for Stargate Atlantis but the only thing I managed to visualize was episode one with added wolfsister who is actually not quite John Sheppard's but used to be the sister of that guy he tried to rescue who died on him instead. And she changes NOTHING, which means this is not a good fic idea, and I don't want any longer, more divergent fic because, uh, because maybe it's a sign that I should update the Gundam Wing one I started last year faster instead. .__.;

But if someone wanted to write SGA/SG1 with wolves I would be so happy. SO. HAPPY. The happiest.

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Nepeta Section. It (feels) huge. (p2)

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Karkat just makes his usual flustered noises that are so cute. The howlbeast springs off you and licks your face.

Pack, is repeated but this time Karkat answers the same way.

Of course pack, she's Nepeta, she's friendly-needs watching over-socially helpless-physically strong-good fighter/hunter-interested in me but shouldn't be, of course she's pack!

The words-that-aren't are clearer while you're touching him, and you think you really like hearing how nicely he feels about you.

So you purr and rub your cheek against his hair.

The happy moment is ruined by the arrival of yet another human and howlbeast!

==> Make the intruders leave
You're going to, but the howlbeast is coolly amused and not going to interfere, and the human is not going to fight with something under that you can't quite hear but you think it might sound like if necessary I'll just crush you.

The human is female, and has the lack of concern that's the mark of a furry good fighter. And you're not in a good position.

And Karkat starts talking - propurrly - befur you can work up the energy for a good strike. "Oh dear horrorterrors, no, Rose, get out of here, I refuse to be subjected to yet another 'therapy session'." But he doesn't sound nearly as surly as you think he wants to, and he doesn't sound threatened at all, so you relax a teeny-tiny amount.

The Rose human does the same, bowing slightly to you. "Hello, new packmate."

You sit up, carefully. "Packmate?"

Beneath you, Karkitty groans and smacks his face into the grrround. "Human thing," he says, but you can't hear him clearly enough when he's talking into soil, so you move away (but just a little!) and let him up.

He doesn't even get up all the way, just draws himself into a more comfurtable sprawl, and you don't think you've efur seen him relaxed like this beclaws he's always had to be on his guard around ofur people.

He glares at you. "Do not even think of subjecting me to the multitude of cat-puns that are doubtlessly festering in your irrepairably defective thinkpan. Do not do it, or the sheer power of my rage will cause an inescapable conflagration that will devour your soul and I will laugh while it happens, do you understand me?"

"Of course!" You laugh, because that is such a very Karkitty sentence. "But what does packmates mean?" you add, beclaws you're curious.

He gives one of his so-deep 'Why am I fated to try leading such hopeless failures?' sighs, but he tries to explain. He starts by pointing at the howlbeast that jumped on you and licked you. "I'm hers. She's mine. Gnrgh. The howlbeasts have 'partners', which is kind of non-romantic moirails-but-not, and they have packmates, which is hatefriends without the hate, and I sound like a moron just for trying to explain these ridiculous concepts as if they could possibly make sense." He slams his head back into the ground.