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"So you're back."
"Yes."
"It's been years, you know."
"It's easy to lose track."
"I have a daughter now."
"I know."
"She's yours."
"I know. Why do you think I left in the first place?"
"To protect me?"
"To protect everyone around you. I would have killed anyone for even looking at you. Territorial instinct."
"Oh. And now?"
"Now she's old enough to hunt on her own."
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"She has your eyes. And your howl."
"Is it that surprising?"
"I didn't know you could be born that way."
"The best of us are. It's better than the other way, through blood and teeth and fear."
"So...are you taking her away now?"
"If she wishes, I will teach her. If not...I will stay and become less. For her. For my blood."
"We can do both. I'll teach her how to be human. You can teach her how to be Other."
"...okay, I'll stay."
"I think she'll like that."
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"I want to meet her. She needs to know who I am. Who she is. "
"She'll be home soon. And...no marking your territory in this house."
"Hah! No, I am within civilization, and I will become civilised. Domesticated."
"I missed you so much."
"I did too. I love you."
"Awooooo!"
"Awooooo!"
