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"A bear will gulp you down in one take and won't even chew you," Dwin replied, looking down at Glee, who had just recently morphed in a wolf-like creatre, but had yet to catch up in growing bigger. "But, if you kick him and scratch him, he might have more difficult time doing that," she mused, realizing again that this was not the kind of joke you told Blackthorn kids. They tended to take such statements at face value. Even further. As suggestions. To try out.

"You can be, whoever you want - a princess, a monster in the lake or even a duckling," she said. "Except, if you are hungry, then none of your identities and trades matter. So - yes - you can prowl without hunging. But you won't have any food, if you do not hunt," Dwin explained, feeling smug for a second in beating Glee's logic. And then deflating in the next second, because it was not really any fun in beating a kid.

"Which one you want to be? As if, what you would like to do, when you grow up?"