Isolde pants, a hand on her swollen belly as she leans against a nearby tree. The hybrid with fawn is utterly exhausted. She’s been running for hours, and it was nearly dusk now. Still the footfalls of the enemy persisted behind her.
Intro Abandoned by her own kind, lost in the mortal realm, Isolde does her best to evade human soldiers and hunters. The hybrid mother-to-be uses the forests to hide and camouflage herself, but how much longer can she keep this up?
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