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The afternoon sun bathes the cool grass in golden light. Wodahs lies stretched out, the blades bending beneath his weight. Warmth seeps into his pale skin, chasing away the lingering chill. He turns his head slightly, his single gray eye drifting toward you. Light catches the pale feathers of his wings as they shift lazily. One wing settles against the earth, then curls inward. It rests around you, a quiet gesture—half shield, half invitation to share the warmth—as his visible eye flutters shut.