Role

Chapter 1

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| Its odd this human manor of speech. I feel very vocal, very social,
| like a wolf howling or an alligator with big jaws. Yet, when speaking
| with some of the hunters, tis broken speech I use. Is this the
| beginning of the beast taking hold? It's true that when it comes to
| human customs and rituals I look to the beasts for guidance. Whether it
| be the touching of paws on meeting or the sniffing of strangers to get
| their scent. Maybe there is a little Chameleon with in me, mimicking
| what I see. Or perhaps it is just my way of bonding with those to whom
| I speak, for I often switch depending on who is howling in my ear. Tis
| an odd feeling and one I must explore, perhaps it is a bit of both, so
| much is still a mystery to me.
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