The large feline watched with amusement as they laid their powerful body across the stone of the cave floor. Every becomer had their own style for crafting totems, and they wished to see just how Dosan crafted his. Without a bowl or any tools, he was forced to improvise with sharp rocks and grooves in the stone, and he did well. Dosan washed the fang of the snake in saltwater, which they quirked a brow at, but still took an interest, perhaps even more at his strange and unfamiliar techniques.
Then, with the clean fang in hand, Dosan soaked the length of the bone in the blood of the boa, which he'd emptied into a groove in the cave floor. The bone soaked in the same animal's blood and Dosan seemed content and turned to them to speak his words of appreciation. Though Dosan seemed confused about their identity. That was fine, it wasn't an easy thing to understand, and they often confused even themselves at the best of times. "We are Fridgar," they echoed with a low, rolling pur in the back of their throat. "Behind all our totems, our facets, we are Fridgar, pouring life into each totem. The form we have currently assumed, her name is Ma'jad, and she was the mother of a single cub when we added her to the collective."
The small human went on to express his gratitude for taking them to a place without creep, and the feline smiled with a flick of their long, rounded tail. Above all, he held no regrets in his heart. "That's good, Dosan. We think you will have a much nicer life beyond those walls of stone... The world out here is a much more grand, vast... and tasty thing." With that, the feline pressed hard into their jaws with the coconut still clasped, and at once it cracked, then broke apart into fragments, crushed beneath the mighty jaws of the beast. The coconut milk ran down the fur of their chin, wasted while it dripped on the stone floor. Carefully, they set the broken fruit on the stone and licked their chops with their large, flat, sharp tongue.
"Eat from the shell, the whites are quite delicious," they instructed, eager to see how Dosan experienced this new food, the likes of which he had never even seen before.
After that, Fridgar looked the human up and down with their black and red eyes. "Do you ever grow tired of spending whole bits just transforming?" they asked as they stretched out their front paws and arched their back, then rose to their feet to stand tall within the cave. "Would you like to be able to change shape in just a trill or two, as we do?"
