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The forest was quiet as Amame made his way out into the nearby town. Things were calm in the changelings wanderings. He had yet to find his way to where he wanted to be. Where that was...even he didn't honestly know. The male came to a stop as he thought about how he would appear in this new town. He decided to go with a Suil, the plant on his flank held vines that twirled into small hearts and swirls to mimic his pelt pattern. He flipped his curled tresses over his shoulder. Smiling to himself as he started the slow, shy trek into the town. What new bonds could he make to feed from today he wondered?