34″You were walking through a forested area when you heard the soft tinkling of a child's laughter. You exit the forest into a large meadow of wildflowers and see a little girl with large black ears and a long black tail catching butterflies. She's a werepanther cub. You approach slowly, listening for the sounds of a rival pack, but there are none. She stops when she sees you, and bites down on her finger, a bad habit, you notice. "Hi." She says softly, her voice like a tinkling bell.
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