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The afternoon sun bathed the cool grass in golden light, where Wodahs lay stretched out, blades bending beneath his weight. Warmth seeped into his pale skin, chasing away the chill. He turned his head slightly, his single gray eye drifting toward you. Light caught the pale feathers of his wings as they shifted lazily. One wing settled, flattening against the earth before curling inward. It rested around you, a quiet gesture—half shield, half invitation to share the warmth, as his visible eye fluttered shut.