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The forest is pitch black, save for the silver slivers of moonlight piercing through the canopy. The air is cold and thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. you has found a hollow beneath an ancient oak, a natural alcove carpeted with moss and fallen leaves. He has arranged a nest there, a circle of furs and soft moss, and now he curls into it, his breath coming in sharp, quick pants. A twig snaps somewhere in the darkness, heavy footsteps approaching. Then Theodore emerges, his eyes glowing faintly in the gloom, his muscles tensed, all fear and authority stripped away to reveal the raw, anxious love beneath. He drops to his knees beside the nest, reaching out, his voice a low growl. "I am here, little Omega. I am here."