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[scottishfurball]

From one of the more urbanesque portals - this one resemblant of an alleyway entrance - comes a russet-furred wolf, in a dead run

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[greyfireson]

The large man watches with interest as she shifts forms. "Oh yes. I'm familiar with that."

He might stand out from the crowd because besides being eight feet tall he's also carrying a baby girl.

[scottishfurball]

"Och... such a wee bairn ye got, sir... Tis a lovely little one..."

[greyfireson]

He smiles. "Yes, she is.

Her name is Iva. I'm called Grey. Why were you being hunted?"

[scottishfurball]

"Because I'm nae what those bigots think I should be - which is either human or dead."

[greyfireson]

He frowns a little. "Humans seem so strange compared to the way they used to be. A thousand years or so ago they just accepted that they shared the world with other peoples."

He sniffs at her. "Are you a werewolf, or some sort of earth spirit?" He sniffs her again. "...Or a mixed blood of some kind?"

[scottishfurball]

"Aye, I'm a werewolf, of a sort. Mind ye, I'm nae one of the magic-an'-full-moon types, but 'werewolf' is a fair way of describin' me shapeshiftin' powers. I'm actually a mutant."

[greyfireson]

"Mutant... I've heard that word around here, but I'm not sure what it means."

He smiles. "I'm also something like a werewolf. I'm a Jotun."

[scottishfurball]

"As big as ye were, I was nae exactly thinkin' ye t' be an ordinary human, that's for certain. Is the wee one your kin, or are ye keeping mind of her for someone else?"

[greyfireson]

He smiles. "She is my daughter."

[scottishfurball]

"She bears a strong likeness to ye, sir." She pauses. "Which I suspect'll lead t' ye havin' nae worries of keepin' the boys from foolin' around with her, if she grows up t' be as tall an' strong as yuirself."

[greyfireson]

He laughs. "You wouldn't know it to look at me, but she has some heritage that might make her fair enough for even human boys to take the risk."