One [One of the food vendors is having a small, panicked moment, holding out a wrapped-paper bundle of roasted meat; he's waving it in the air at a thirteen year old kid that's crouched on the ground, wearing hides and some ratty trousers, and was saying something about "just don't eat me later".]
[The kid doesn't seem to comprehend this.]
But if you give food, then you friend; friends not food.
Just remember me, please!
[The kid just shrugs, swiping the bundle and bounding off to a low dividing wall nearby in a surprisingly fast "all fours" lope, the paper bag held triumphantly in his teeth.]
Two [Whoever else is out there might be concerned about being lost in the woods; it's likely to get creepier, briefly, at the sound of some kind of weird howl that doesn't sound like a wolf, then crashing through the undergrowth headed towards you.]
[The crashing quickly turns out to be a deer, running and squirming for its life trying to shake off its attacker...]
[And yes, yes that is a thirteen year old kid wearing hides and some ratty pants, clinging to the deer half on its back, trying his damnedest to either rip its throat out with his teeth or at least try a suffocating bite. It's not working very well.]
Four [There's claws on the ground and shining eyes in the dark.]
[The creature that trots out of the fog curiously's definitely mostly canid, big, round ears over a muzzled canine face; there's a spotted hide still draped over his shoulders, but it otherwise almost looks like a dog of some kind, just a bit too big, the proportion of the limbs off, and the front paws built strangely, with thumbs.]
[And whoever he's found, he's circling, head down and tail straight out back.]
Gau | Final Fantasy VI
[One of the food vendors is having a small, panicked moment, holding out a wrapped-paper bundle of roasted meat; he's waving it in the air at a thirteen year old kid that's crouched on the ground, wearing hides and some ratty trousers, and was saying something about "just don't eat me later".]
[The kid doesn't seem to comprehend this.]
But if you give food, then you friend; friends not food.
Just remember me, please!
[The kid just shrugs, swiping the bundle and bounding off to a low dividing wall nearby in a surprisingly fast "all fours" lope, the paper bag held triumphantly in his teeth.]
Two
[Whoever else is out there might be concerned about being lost in the woods; it's likely to get creepier, briefly, at the sound of some kind of weird howl that doesn't sound like a wolf, then crashing through the undergrowth headed towards you.]
[The crashing quickly turns out to be a deer, running and squirming for its life trying to shake off its attacker...]
[And yes, yes that is a thirteen year old kid wearing hides and some ratty pants, clinging to the deer half on its back, trying his damnedest to either rip its throat out with his teeth or at least try a suffocating bite. It's not working very well.]
Four
[There's claws on the ground and shining eyes in the dark.]
[The creature that trots out of the fog curiously's definitely mostly canid, big, round ears over a muzzled canine face; there's a spotted hide still draped over his shoulders, but it otherwise almost looks like a dog of some kind, just a bit too big, the proportion of the limbs off, and the front paws built strangely, with thumbs.]
[And whoever he's found, he's circling, head down and tail straight out back.]