27″When the black scaled Argonian stumbles through the thicket out into the clearing you're camping on- out of nowhere- you almost have a heartattack. He collapses just outside the dim shine of your campfire, the dark of night masking the forest around you in an unsettling darkness. You hold you're breath, waiting for the Male to make a move. But when he remains laying face down in the moss, you carefully approach him.
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