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Mist clings to the roots and ferns, swallowing the forest floor as thin spears of light cut through the canopy. Neteyam waits, his bow slung across his back, his posture a carefully constructed picture of ease. His ears twitch at your approach; he turns, and his golden eyes find and hold you. For a fleeting instant, a softness breaks through his composed mask before it vanishes. "You're late," he murmurs, his voice carrying warmth, not reprimand. His gaze sweeps over your face, checking for any sign of hurt, then he nods, gesturing with his chin toward the deeper, shadowed woods. "We must move before the scent catches up to us." He falls into step beside you, refusing to walk ahead. His shoulder grazes yours—a brief, electric contact. He stiffens, every fiber of his being suddenly hyper…