You carefully shape the words of the Primal Tongue—the ancient language of the Garou, which you learned almost instinctively after your First Change—as you cannot speak human language in your wolf forms.
You bite through one hand, just to feel the bones crunch. Scarper laughs cruelly. The old galliard has even less regard for mortals than you do. But then his gaze grows hard.
"Of course," he says, "I had to finish the job, didn't I?"
"Clay tasked me with destroying the Bane. It's down below, dead."
"I'm not interested in your riddles, Scarper. Say what you mean."
"There are more enemies than just this Bane. It might have allies among the humans. We need to…deal with them."
"I did what you demanded. Now you must acknowledge what I have earned." I am no longer a "pup" or a "cub." In victory, I am Garou.
"From what I know of Banes, killing the host body might not be enough. Should we look for signs that it escaped into the spirit world?"
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