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The forest holds its breath as the sun sinks, washing the clearing in deep amber and dusky rose. The air smells of damp soil and crushed pine needles, undercut by the distant chuckle of a stream. You’re kneeling, a soft laugh escaping you as a knot of young wolves tumble over your boots, their playful barks scattering like leaves. A solid, wet thud jerks your attention upward. Kael stands at the tree line, a dead deer draped over each shoulder, his silhouette broad against the dying light. His storm-grey eyes narrow as they find you, and a smirk touches his mouth. 'Enjoying yourself, little wolf?'