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The wolf boy walked quietly down the sidewalk, a pair of skull candy headphones wrapped over his ears in the best way he could manage, the other end plugged into an old iPod.
He hummed to the music and played air drums as best he could. At his side, a feral German shepherd trotted loyally, happy to be outside.

Mapache was spending the evening as she always did, that was... she was routing through the garbage again. It was certainly an oddity to see. The slight young woman, elbow deep in the dumpster wearing the oddest mismatch of clothes possible. Today a pair of highlighter orange running shorts, and a blue floral apron, as well as mismatched socks, but no shoes.

Oddly this was not the strangest thing about her. It was only from a distance that she looked human at all, her coal black eyes, shockingly white eyebrows, and the odd darkened skin around her eyes seemed to say differently. Truly, her mannerisms were far from human as well. She moved as if she was uncomfortable in her own skin, skittered and wandered about with the detached curiosity of an animal, rather then the practiced, fluid movements of a human, whom was comfortable in their own body.

Andrew froze as he spotted the young woman, his ears layed back but his tail wagging with a cautious interest. The dog at his side watched too.
<Hey! Hey hooman!> he barked, <You smell like garbage!!!>
Andrew of course couldn't understand and he gave the dog a gentle, reprimanding tap on the head, "Quiet!"

Mapache hadn't noticed anyone at all around her, then again her ears were not as useful as the had once been, she wasn't sure how humans heard anything at all!

...She did hear the barking though. She responded by going stock still. As if the dog wouldn't be able to see her if she did not move. Clearly that was not the case. she skittered, climbing up as high as possible without claws. That was, to the edge of the dumpster. She growled, a sound that might have been menacing had she remained a raccoon, but now as a human sounded rather pathetic. <You smell like yucky dog.> She retorted, in an odd mixture of noises, that may have meant something to a raccoon, but sounded like a loud of nonsense from human lips.

<Why you smell like garbage, hooman?!> the dog barked quietly.
Andrew just looked startled, "M-m'am? A-are you okay?"

Mapache didn't like this at all. Two dogs did not fair good odds for a raccoon, as she could not think of herself any other way, even though she did not look as such anymore. <Garbage is food> She replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

She did not enjoy this new threat at all. "Away! Away!" She sort of growled at them. Her words clumsy and slow, as if she was not used to using them.

<No! Kibbles is food! Garbage make sick!> the dog protested then crouched playfully and rolled onto his back in submission, <Hooman rub bellies then play?> he asked, his mind already having switched.
"M'am! What's wrong? Why are you out here?" he asked.

(how old is she supposed to be??

(Hard to say, she looks to be in her teens, but she has not idea how old she is)

<No! You'll bite me!> She retorted. Finding it much easier to understand the feral dog then the one walking him. She did not move from what she considered to be a safe perch. Though likely it would have been easy to reach her where she was.

"No wrong. Away, away!"

<No bite! Master yell when bite. Promise no bite!> the dog whimpered, <Rub bellies?>
Andrew slowly started walking towards her, "I won't hurt you," he said calmly, "Please come down," he wagged his tail in a friendly manner, ears flat to show submission, "Please come down."

She eyed the feral dog with distrust. But then, she didn't really understand the concept of a tamed animal. She might have given in after a moment, had the less feral dog man not attempted to approach her. She made a nervous noise, and tried to back away, resulting in her falling off the dumpster, onto the cement below. She landed on her keester with a loud "Ooff"

He froze as she fell to ground then rushed to her side and helped her up, "Are you alright?"

Mapache probably would not have allowed him to help her up, had she had her wits about her, but the fall had startled her, and so she allowed herself to be lifted to her feet.

The dog man did not hurt her though, and so she did not run away, though she did back up a few paces. "Bump hurt." It was hopefully clear she did not know the common tongue all that well.

He gently dusted her off, "Yeah, it looked like it," he cocked his head to the side, "Are you alright?"

She finally relaxed after a moment, obviously deciding once and for all that neither dog were a threat to her person. She sat down beside the feral dog, finally scratching at his belly as he'd asked earlier.

"okay" She answered the other.

<Feels good!> the dog growled contently and squirmed a bit.
"What's your name?" he asked softly and squatted next to her.

It was a series of growls, clicks, and squeaks that probably meant nothing to The non-feral dog man, but translated roughly to Mapache in the language of Raccoons, that Mapache responded with. She did not think to ask his name back, she did not really understand the value of conversation, nor the rules and proprieties that came with it.

"What was that?" he asked with a very confused look on his face then he noticed she looked rather skinny, "Would you like some food?"

That got her attention alright. She turned to face him immediately, with wide eyes. "Food?"

He smiled softly at her and nodded then reached into his pocket and pulled out a Quaker Chewy bar with choloate chips in it and offered it to her.

Mapache grabbed the bar eagerly, almost rudely from him, and sniffed at the wrapper. She ripped it open with her teeth, and then pulled a water bottle out of her apron pocket. With unpracticed clumsy fingers she managed to get the lid off, and dumped half the contents over the chewy bar, before she set the bottle aside and took a tentative bite of the snack bar.