/me chews on your ear. "Take care of yourself!"

Love you too Mearcu. "Putting up with you" is easy.

Hope you get feeling better soon.

Hmmm. I don't have any transformation stories, but I do have a few about canid bioengineered folks struggling in an altered world.

Mud Daubers: Be glad, be very very glad that these guys are solitary. One mud dauber sting is worse than about a dozen bald faced hornet stings. Your first impression is that somehow you just got a nail driven through your cheekbone. Then it really starts to hurt.

Paper Wasps: Tiny little things, cute until a few hundred swarm you if you disturb their nest.

Bald Faced Hornets: Yellow Jackets are sweeties compared to these guys. They are notable for remembering an offender and swarming them again if the offender returns.

Sung Ali transliterates as Climbing Dog, the Lakota term for a fox. Sung is anything canid. Ali, that which climbs. So, not exactly Surname,Given name, but similar. If I used a surname it would be Manycoats, from a long tradition that there be shapeshifters among us.

Dogs? *grins* I thought it was going to be half-anthro foxes! Let's see, either way, how about this?

((Ali composes a scene involving stolen magic, randy hobgoblins and an unexpected curse. She discovers that it is 542 characters too long to post.)) Uh, nevermind, I'll send ya an IM in SL.

Dogs? *grins* I thought it was going to be half-anthro foxes! ... Let's see, either way, How about this?

North: Somewhere over northern Greenland if you count trans-Atlantic flights. Otherwise, Kookenay Lake, British Columbia.
South: Hilo, Hawaii.
East: Looks like Rome, Italy by a hair.
West: Ka'ena Point, Oahu.

I am deeply concerned about where that dog's tail is.

/me laughs. "I tend to make my peanut butter sandwiches on a fairly thick slice of extra sharp cheddar instead of bread, and just the tiniest thin layer of a tart home made jam, or if I'm being really indulgent, some of my killer marmalade, which is just too chunky to spread thin."

We've talked privately of course, but I think this needs to be said publicly as well: I, we, probably all of us who count ourselves as your friends, grieve with you at this time of suffering and impending loss. We also grieve for you. Your pain, your suffering has its echo in each of our hearts.

/me nuzzles Mearcu's ear. "Why am I not surprised?"

Leaving is always hardest for me. But it's usually offset by arriving at my destination.