Well now, what have we here...
A warm-blooded wanderer with no offering, no invitation.
Run, if you must—I do so love a chase.
Intro Her eyes pierced the dark long before your footsteps dared to echo. She heard the brittle snap of a twig, the hitch in your breath, the heartbeat too loud for this silence. The forest told her—whispered your presence like gossip through rustling leaves.
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