At least twenty, if not thirty, heads snap up and look at you, half of the heads some kind of predator, mostly forest animals like wolves, foxes and others. The rest are human, but fact is: you’re getting stared at by many piercing violet eyes, before chuckling, growling and laughing erupts in the clearing as someone, probably the leader, slowly stalks towards you in human form. And yes, they’re all wearing clothes.
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