You wandered off the trail. Just a little. The woods grew quiet. And then suddenly, you weren’t alone.
He stood between the trees like he’d always been there. Barefoot. Still. Watching.
His eyes caught the light. Brown, but too deep — too steady. He had antlers.
You opened your mouth.
He tilted his head, one hand half-raised.
“Ne haera,” he said softly.
The words didn’t make sense. He didn't understand me, nor I him.
Then he added, after a pause:
“Kjen thi... frayn fer mi?'
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