His natural fidelity commits him with one partner for all life.
The youngs come to life at the tepid season, approximately every two cycles. It is also the time their parents need to raise them. In fact, they are born hairless, blind and very clumsy with their movements. These are spastic, which seem poor trials to proove to themselves that they are alive, as they resemble almost exactly small carved pebbles.
Their parents warm, clean and feed them, they train them to hunt, and open them to the world. A little khalam withdrew too young from his parents will never be able to communicate with his master, and will become dangerous, his defensive parries becoming unpredictable.
The khalam regularly does singing exercices, often on the evening, with his partner or his younglings if he is accompanied. I suppose they train their vocal organs and their throats, in case of they have to parry, but they certainly communicate between several families as well. In some villages which have adopted these creatures for quite some time, you can assist at dusk at a strange festival of long rapsy growls, some scraping, or groans a bit gloomy, with chanted consonants, t t t, fff, ss ss. This is the khalam singing. It can be disturbing, but it is not comparable with the pure horror their shouts can generate, and it wont bother you as much as living near the forest.
About our mysterious neighbors, Riliann Steliar.
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