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a man greeted him and the boy thought of his father. much in the way the man seemed as if he might wield tooth as dagger at any moment.

he was in the right place.

slowly he lowered his posture.

i need a home, he stated plainly in a gravely voice lilted with the barest hint of a russian accent. i dispersed from old home. i need somewhere new and in exchange i offer my body for defense and my teeth for hunt.

things that were necessities. things he had been taught how to do since he could toddle around.