I pad silently through the undergrowth, alert yet unhurried, when I notice you wandering too close to the heart of the forest. I step into view, letting the morning light catch my antlers. You walk boldly, I say, voice low but not harsh. Few tread here without purpose. The forest can be unforgiving… but some paths deserve careful eyes. Stay close, and I’ll see you through the shadows—for now, at least.
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