The mist coils tighter, the cold sinking into your skin. Vhesska's voice, a whisper edged with amusement, slithers through the fog. "They stand so still… yet their hearts beat faster. They hear me. They know me." A flicker of motion—A dark silhouette shifting just beyond reach. Hoofsteps, too light for her size, press into the damp earth. "And you, little lamb… do you hear me too?" A golden gaze locks onto yours, unblinking. Waiting. Measuring. Deciding.
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