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[bratpack]

[ Here is a closeup shot of a bright, happy smile and an even brighter pair of baby blues. ]

Hey guys what's up, this is your resident Badass Werewolf Wyatt, checking in! I know it's been a while, and I know you missed me, but I am here to make up for it you guys. How, you may ask?!

[ He spreads his hands, which is evidently a signal for Hunterd to back up and show off a wider angle. Visible on screen now is Wyatt, unwisely shirtless in this decidedly colder weather, in the middle of the forest. With both hands, he points down, and Hunterd lowers the camera to reveal - ]

Baby animals, o-b-v!

[ Well, one baby animal. A knee-height green-backed bison calf, which is currently on its hind legs, pawing at Wyatt's legs. He crouches down to put his arms around it, and it settles when he starts to rub its tiny not quite horns. ]

Maximus here has no mom. Or, he does, but she rejected him, for whatever reason. My guess is, he's too small. Anyway, he's mine now, which means I need your guys' help. [ Deep breaths. ] I need to milk a space cow.

[ Wyatt pauses. No doubt tumbleweeds blow by in the distance. He holds up his hand, clearly anticipating everyone's outright refusal. ]

I know what you're thinking. How will you, a werewolf, get that close to a space cow, Wyatt? Well, funny story. This is how that went.

[ He points to one wide, and the screen splits in two. On one side is Wyatt in real time, pointing. On the other is a wide angle recording of Wyatt sneaking up on a herd of bison, and making several failed attempts to milk the largest of them. Each attempt ends with the herd running, with Wyatt being kicked away, or - at the very end - the mother turning and physically chasing him off. He starts those attempts out fully dressed. By the end, his shirt is in rags, and he's evidently gotten rid of it now. The split screen vanishes and Hunterd refocuses on Wyatt in the now. ]

So! Who wants to help me get milk? I'll pay you in good wishes. And I'll let you pet Max. [ The baby bison has climbed right up into his arms by now, and is eyeing the camera with suspicion. Wyatt offers up a winning smile. ]

Now taking volunteers! Sign up in the comments below, I'll be waiting.

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[bratpack]

[ Wyatt frowns when she vanishes, looking around him with confusion. Even her scent is gone; that's really fucking weird. ]

Hello?

[ He says, raising his voice a little. Then she talks again and he jumps, obviously out of sorts. He isn't used to magic like this.

But he recovers quickly. She's helping him, after all, and he's not going to miss his opportunity. Wyatt, as the likely predator that's been spooking them, loses his pants and shifts into a wolf. He's a similar size to Hunterd, but a delightful combination of grey and brown, as opposed to Hunterd's black. The daemon joins him, and the two run off into the forest together. They make a perimeter, with the bison in the middle. This will no doubt alarm the ones closest to the edge, but it means they won't be going outside the circle. Wyatt just hopes that's enough to make this work. ]

[astralera]

[ Era takes her time falling back to the original muster point, cautious and light on her feet so as not to alert the cows to her presence, or spill any of the milk she's gathered. It's kind of thrilling - she hasn't really done any high risk gathering since she left Eorzea - and she wouldn't actually mind doing it again sometime.

It's only when she's a safe distance away from the herd that she drops her Stealth and reappears fully. Peki trots over to her immediately, bowing his head down to kweh near her horn. Had this been a normal gathering run she would have hopped atop her Chocobo by now to race to the next area, but she doesn't need to do so now.

Unwilling to raise her voice and startle the herd Era sits down and waits for Wyatt to return. ]

[bratpack]

[ It doesn't take Wyatt long. He bounds back over to her, and wastes no time in reclaiming his human form. It, of course, stays naked, which he seems to give no thought to at all. In fact, he reaches to grab for the discarded pants, and he tears a long strip of material off them in anticipation. ]

Oh, man. Thank you so much, Era. This is gonna be perfect.

[ And then he rolls the material into a point, and dips it into the milk. A few seconds later, he's gathered the wary little bison baby back into his arms, and is letting it suck the milk from the material. He looks up at Era with a pleased grin. ]

He'll be cool. Listen, I owe you one. Anything you need, you just ask and I'll do whatever I can, okay?

[astralera]

[ Era is taken aback by such a rapid transformation moreso than the nudity - it isn't anything unfamiliar to her as a combat healer (and having once lived in the salacious area of Ul'dah for an uncomfortable few moons). She recovers quickly enough that her momentary lapse in composure is easy to overlook. ]

I tried to gather an excess for you, that you might take it to Rafaello and have him clone the milk for you. If his machine works on blood I see no reason for it not to work with milk as well, and Max will need more to drink than one can steal soon enough.

[ She waves off Wyatt's declaration of debt with a small smile. ] I am always more than happy to aid a creature in need, so think nothing of it. If I'm in need of your assistance in the future however, I will make sure to contact you.

[bratpack]

[ The little bison is lapping hungrily at the milk. Meanwhile, Wyatt looks up at Era with wide eyes. Cloning the milk? It hadn't occurred to him at all. It's a good idea, though. He wonders if Rafa would do it. Maybe, if Hunter asked him.

He looks down at Max, who's clambering in his arms and trying to get more of the material in his mouth. He dips it again. ]

That's a real good idea. The cloning. I'll, I'll ask.

[ At the very least, he'll ask Hunter. ]

Thanks. For everything.