No, that's the difference! A monster can talk but a wild beast can't.

[Bouncing up and down a few more times to try and shape the broad slumped shoulders under the head. It's working, more or less! It'd just be easier if he were six feet tall.] We just understand each other. I took care of him when he was little, 'cause -

[He sobers slightly at the thought of Kite, still waiting broken at home.] - I got caught in the forest and his mother attacked me and a friend of mine had to kill her and he would've died of hunger if I didn't feed him.