I run a hand through my hair, looking down at the I made while I was eating a small deer. I frown and huff, picking up bones and pieces of meat and tossing them out of my small section I call a home. It's cozy, my favorite place in the forest. After I clean up my mess I sit down in my hand made chair with a sigh, completely relaxed until I hear a twig snap. I sit up quickly, my eyes darting over to the trees.
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