Yes, an ally

You stay hidden in the underbrush for some time.

It's more trying than it was before; your transformation has made you more restless than before, for a number of reasons. Still, you actually don't have to wait long, the sun is still high in the sky when finally you hear something coming down the road.

You feel a small spike of adrenaline before you register it as the creak of wheels. Enemies wouldn't be driving solitary caravans, so it's likely a dealer delivering supplies.

Sure enough, around the bend comes a covered wagon hitched to an ox. The driver is a human, and more importantly male. Tall, rather pale, dressed in dark clothes and long coat, messy black hair, amber eyes, and heavily whiskered. You recognize him, one of the agents from outside this land the Master declared you to allow through. When his cart comes near you can't hold back from pouncing in front of him.

"Whoa! Hold!" He cries in alarm, jerking the reins to halt his work beast when you barrel onto the road. He stares at you in shock, face heating in a splotchy blush under his stubble as he takes in the sight of your bare form.

The standstill goes on for several moments before you decide to try to attempt to converse. Drawing on your limited knowledge pool of short instructions and designations you had drilled into you, you eventually come out with "Food?"

The man starts at that, before giving a slight chuckle. "So, are you one of that witch doctor's new creatures?"

You assume he means your Master, and just nod. You start walking slowly forward and around the ox, feeling an odd tingle of satisfaction when the trader's eyes lock on the bouncing mounds on your chest. Standing before the seat of the wagon you repeat your request. "Food?"