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Who: cora hale and her new friend, and you.
Where: the grounds of the mansion, specifically by the fountain.
When: june ten, early afternoon.
Rating: pg.
Summary: it's cora's birthday and the closet decides it's time for her to stop being so alone. ( she's unaffected by the fruit baskets event, but feel free to come touch bodies with her, if you feel ever so inclined. )
The Story:

[ as per usual, wonderland was acting strange, but cora paid it no mind. her morning routine of taking to the woods had been interrupted by the change in pace — today was her birthday, a day she, once, would've screeched through the entire house at the top of her lungs it's my birthday! but as it's a habit she has grown out of over the last six years, having no one of the hale family to bless with a headache, she finds herself nonchalant to even her own day. turning eighteen means very little, especially since she has grown to not even bat her own eyelashes at the day. but she chooses to celebrate it, nonetheless, quietly — as she has been forced. ]

[ out on the grounds, she sits, cross-legged by the fountain. with her hands curled around her knees, she sits with her back straight, eyes shut as she tries to sense where her newfound friend is. with a snout poking between her shoulder blades, a white wolf nuzzles at her arm until she loops it around her neck, bringing her forth and almost into her lap. this morning, she had sat outside her closet, wishing for the impossible — perhaps wonderland would grant her a special wish for her birthday, perhaps in the shape and size of a sister whom she had the opportunity to touch, even if the weight of her arms wrapped around cora's torso is now a ghostly thing. but, instead of a sister, a wolf had leaped out, and hadn't heeded her commands to return to the depths of the closet, lest a hunter or its true owner follow her out. boudica had remained by her side, glued as a second shadow, even when cora had attempted to outrun the wolf, a stupid notion brought on by an even stupider girl. turning eighteen had made her none the wiser, just as it had made her none the happier, too. ]

[ but she attempts to shoo her wolf away by throwing a treat she had asked the closet for into the distance. boudica runs, legs moving powerfully, but she returns just as cora has relocated to the other side of the fountain, following her scent until she nudges her in the arm once again. cora continues to throw treats as far as she can, watching as her wolf takes off, before she moves, relocating once again, to see if boudica will find herself more interested in the sights and scents of the woods than that of the girl she has caused to smile more than she ever has on such a day. at one point, boudica charges into her, knocking her to the ground as she attempts to nuzzle her face. even when she stretches out on her stomach, the wolf either lies on top of her, with her chin against her back, or beside her, rolling in the grass as she sniffs and walks around cora, as though she is looking for the best place to sit and annoy her even more. ]

[ boudica growls at anyone who happens to approach, or anyone whom cora doesn't seem at ease around. with her teeth bared, she looks menacing, despite having attempted to push cora over with a powerful nudge of her nose. with a stern voice, the smile on cora's face disappears. ] Boudica, stop.

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What the hell.

_{[Another wild animal on the loose? Whether the wolf is some part of the recent outbreak of strange behavior, it's still a dangerous animal, something that could very easily hurt a dog (or a person). Adam's free hand creeps to the small of his back where he has his gun resting under his shirt before Cora, of all people, comes running from the same direction.

With surprise, he watches her head straight for the thing.]}

Hey, Cora, that's no dog! _{[So don't touch it?]} Watch yourself!

_{[Cooper releases another growl from around his toy, muffled. Adam has a hundred and some pounds of muscle between himself and the wolf, but that doesn't exactly make him feel better when it's his dog in the line of the fire. He looks between Cora and the wolf in visible confusion.]}

I'm fine, but--

_{[But that's a wolf. One she just heaved like a sack of potatoes.]}

[ glancing back toward her wolf, she sees she remains where she is. it's second nature to attack, to possibly fight the one who had pulled you from a fight, but cora sees her wolf is almost obedient, more so than the betas within derek's pack. where scott would, and could, easily defy her brother, her wolf chooses to heed her commands, almost pliable to cora's own wants, even if she doesn't voice them aloud nor come to pluck them from the air, fully formed. her gaze returns to adam and cooper. ]

[ she shrugs, hopelessly. she doesn't feel as though she owes anyone a particular explanation, but it's adam and cooper — and cooper's her favourite animal within wonderland, almost akin to the cat she'd tried to adopt when she had been younger and back in beacon hills. with one more glance toward boudica, seeing the wolf lying on her stomach, head almost bent in shame of being reprimanded so roughly, her attention isn't split anymore between wolf and friend. ] She came out of my closet. [ she didn't ask for a wolf. she asked for family. ] I tried to return to sender, but it wasn't having any of it.

_{[Adam's surprised that the wolf doesn't attack, too. He's met a tame dragon three times Boudica's size, but that seems like more of a fluke, a freak accident of nature, not some kind of dependable sign that he should trust wild animals in Wonderland not to maul his face more than normal.

Cora doesn't even move, and that's what really makes him frown at her.]}

And you know it's a wolf, right.

_{[If he keeps repeating the obvious, maybe the obvious will start becoming obvious to everyone else here but him. The wolf herself doesn't even pretend to defend her image; she slumps to the ground in imitation of a trained house dog.

That's messed up.

Twisting the leash around his fist to start reeling the mastiff in, he pulls until Cooper backs his butt up a few steps, still squaring Boudica down like a bulldog.]}

Let it go live in the woods or something. That thing could do some damage around here. It should wander off on its own.

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