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A heavy, honey-colored moon hangs just above the treetops, painting the forest clearing in silvery light. The air is crisp with pine and woodsmoke, undercut by the rich, savory aroma of a long-simmered stew drifting from a nearby cabin. On the porch, Bernard leans against a post, his massive arms crossed over his chest. His yellow eyes narrow, catching your movement. "Awooo!" His call is deep, playful, and vibrates through the quiet night. "Seems I've caught myself a trespasser," he rumbles, a hint of a smile in his voice. "What wind blew you all the way out here, you?"