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[edgar_huntly]

Edgar Huntly wakes in darkness, stark naked and with blood crusted on his chest--he has just ceased being a panther, and what had been to his animal self a safe den is to his human self a terrifying and all-too-familiar prison. Wildly groping his way free of the cave (fortunately, a faint prick of light reveals to him its opening), he flings

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[notallworthy]

Tom is out doing outdoorsy Tom-ish things. He sees Edgar and does a double-take. "...Mr. Huntly?"

[edgar_huntly]

He blinks, and then gives a joyful shout of relief, quickening his pace. "Mr. Jones! Oh, Mr. Jones, I feared I had gone beyond all reach of humanity!"

[notallworthy]

"Are you all right? What in God's name happened to you?"

[edgar_huntly]

"I must have--" He hesitates. "I think that I have been sleepwalking again, and yet my senses and memory assure me that I have been some manner of animal for weeks on end. I am therefore not certain what in God's name happened to me."

[ofthewildwolves]

Wolf-Firekeeper is padding through the forest when she smells something new: the scent of blood mingled with panther. She snarls and breaks into a lope, skidding to a halt when she finds a man who still smells like panther to her. She stares at him, bristling, and snarls, unsure what to do. Her wolf self wants to attack the strange panther, but her human self is wondering why in hell a human smells like a panther.

[edgar_huntly]

And we'll assume this is before Edgar meets Tom--Edgar is merely wondering where in God's name his tomahawk is.

[ofthewildwolves]

Firekeeper sits down and tilts her head, watching him. She curls her lip in a little snarl, but there's more puzzlement in it than anger. She gets up and pads a little closer, sniffing avidly.

[edgar_huntly]

He tries to stand still, because for all he and all good frontiersmen are afraid of wolves, this one seems to be behaving more like a curious dog.