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[imaythrowuponyou]

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Usually when he was feeling particularly upset and frustrated, McCoy would just throw himself into work. It probably wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but it was useful because it was a constant distraction, and it wasn't like he could just walk away from work on Enterprise or even here for a few days just because he was feeling crummy about something. And while he might be a little snappier with people than usual, at least stuff was getting done and people were being looked after, and that was good enough for him.

Now, that was sort of less of an option than usual. He was still doing shifts in the infirmary and keeping an eye on things, but now he had a wolf that was going to wind up being the size of a pony to look after, and - call him crazy - he didn't love the idea of her wandering around by herself. It wasn't that she was dangerous, but... she was a goddamn wolf, and she was clearly Not Happy about Arya being gone, so he didn't really want to leave her to her own devices that much.

So, instead of holing himself up in the infirmary and refusing to come out, McCoy's actually been pretty out and about over the last several days, perhaps even more so than usual, and he's got said wolf following along (or more usually, running ahead) with him. Sometimes she'll sit with him in a common room or under a table in the dining hall, looking pretty sulky, and he takes her up to hunt in the CES which has been... an experience, but for the most part, it hasn't been awful.

[ooc: Feel free to run into Bones and Nymeria wherever on the ship!]

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Deck, near the greenhouse

[chlorophylliac]

Ivy had been in something of a foul mood since T'Pol's coma - not because she missed the woman's company, but because if she had to be an animal on a chain she'd rather the person at the other end was at least conscious. What had happened between Blake and Zev had enraged her, her anger becoming something cold and solid; when Ivy was angry enough to bide her time and wait for an opportunity rather than instantly lash out, it guaranteed unpleasantness.

For now she was simply functioning. The greenhouse (and her occasional CES outings with Prefect) helped her center herself. When she emerged from the doors, fingertips still dark with soil and sap, the sight of a large adolescent wolf that was clearly going to be a gigantic adult wolf someday did not do much to lift her spirits.

[imaythrowuponyou]

McCoy was more or less just as surprised to see Ivy, and Nymeria backed up a little, growling a little. The doctor put a hand on the wolf's shoulder, trying to get her to calm down before this got ugly. "Sorry."

[chlorophylliac]

She had adjusted to Harley's hyenas (and vice versa) but only because they were an adjunct of Harley and therefore tolerable; it had less than nothing to do with the animals on their own merits. This was an unexpected encounter.

"Just keep her away from me and there won't be a problem," she said, her tone suggesting that the problem wouldn't be hers.

[imaythrowuponyou]

"Sure." He wasn't really interested in finding out how much of a threat she was actually making - just because her abilities were reduced didn't mean she couldn't do real damage - and considering he was a doctor, not a fighter or an action hero (or an idiot), he was not going to feel bad about making a hasty retreat. "Come on, Nymeria."