Angua is stuck. Yrael attacks her, Guppy pets her and Wolf sets her free.

[someonesdog]

The creature that enters the bar is a very attractive, sleek coated golden dog, rather wolf-like in appearance, but a clear pedigree. It has it's nose to the ground as it enters, but looks up instantly at the sudden change in environments. The door slams shut behind it as it turns to leave.

The thing about the Front Door, which many peopel may not have registered, is it doesn't have the kind of door that can be operated easily with paws.

There is a wolf in the bar, and it's not leaving anytime soon.

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[mogget_cat]

*The white cat on the bar looks down at her disdainfully.*

[someonesdog]

Cat her ar... not likely.

She stares at it warily, hackles rising, but tail down between her legs in deference.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat sniffs contemptuously. Dog.*

[someonesdog]

About as much dog as it is cat.

She crouches, warily. What is it?

[mogget_cat]

*The cat steps down from the bar, onto a barstool, tilting its head at the canine. Bright green eyes focus on Angua.*

[someonesdog]

Her eyes don't leave it, and she shuffles around to watch its progress. Her head stays down.

[mogget_cat]

*Taking advantage of the lowered head, the white cat leaps lightly from the barstool to Angua's back, where it quickly curls up to sleep.*

[someonesdog]

She twists around as it leaps, and when it lands, trying to shake it off, growling and snarling.

That growl would curdle the stomach of a human, terrify a cat. What this is, she doesn't know.

[mogget_cat]

*It digs in its claws, keeping ahold to not be thrown off.*

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy looks down at the 'dog' with interest.

"Hello there."

He debates whether or not the 'dog' will bite his hand off if he strokes it.

[someonesdog]

She'll try not to. She looks up at him, with a slightly disconcerting, but hopeful gaze.

[guppy_sandhu]

Very gently, and cautiously, he puts his hand out to stroke the 'dog', ready to leap backwards if necessary.

[someonesdog]

She can smell fear, you know. And it drives her a little crazy. But she very carefully doens't growl as his hand draws near.

[guppy_sandhu]

He doesn't know much about dogs. Cats he is fairly used to, but dogs he is a little more cautious around. He gently strokes the dog's head.

"Where did you come from then?"

[someonesdog]

Where does anyone else come from? The door?

Not that she says that out loud, she just lets her head be stroked. Her tail begins to wag.

[guppy_sandhu]

Tail is wagging, therefore dog likes being stroked. He carries on. In his experience there seems to be lots of animals in here that aren't really animals. He wonders if this is one of them. He looks around for an owner.

[someonesdog]

There's no one in the bar that looks like they belong to it, but it does have a collar, albeit a thin one in that mass of hair around it's neck. The tag looks like a police badge, with an unrecognisable coat of arms, the letters AMCW and the phrase Fabricati Diem Punc.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf is working. Again. He's been doing that quite a bit the last few days. No, it has nothing at all to do with Tim's death. Stop asking that.

Hearing the door slam, he looks up, and spots Angua, who looks somewhat like she didn't really want to have that door shut behind her.

""Angua? Do you need some help?""

[someonesdog]

Oh thank gods.

*Wolf! Finally someone who can help. The door's not paw operable*

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He looks somewhat amused.

""I take it you want back out, then.""

Wolf goes over to the door and opens it for her.

Funny. It won't let him go home (not like he really tries, anymore), but it will let him open the door for others.

[someonesdog]

Unfortunately, whatever he's opened the door on, it's not Ankh-Morpork.

*Um, thanks for the help, Wolf, but I think I need to do it myself.*

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Well this isn't good.

Wolf looks down at Angua, bemused. ""Then why...""

Aaaah. It hits.

""Would you like me to get some clothes for you from the Bar?""

[someonesdog]

*Yes! Yes please.*

Curse that tail. It's so ungainly when it wags like that.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He chuckles, and goes over to the Bar.

"Angua needs some basic clothes, lovely one. Pants and a shirt, please, and nothing fancy."

A small pile of folded, bland cloth appears on the smooth surface, and Wolf brings it over to the blonde-furred wolf. "Here you go."

[someonesdog]

*Thank you* she says, relieved, taking the pile in her mouth and trotting off towards the back of the room.

Within a few minutes Angua the watchman appears from the Ladies, buttoning up her shirt.

"These are trousers," she says, accusingly.