[ it's one thing to get used to the wolf. chuck knows how to be circled, sized up, examined. he knows how to keep still when something rounds him- something with teeth- trying to get a feel for his who and what and why. it's at the curtsey that he gets lost. chuck keeps his distance with some granule of unspoken hesitancy, but offers a nod in her direction in the place of a greeting. it's maybe the most polite he's been since arrival. ]
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Who gave 'em up?