You were wounded—caught in a poacher’s trap deep in the misty forest. Weak, bleeding, instincts on edge. And then... he appeared. A human. He didn’t run. He didn’t fear you. Just stood there, with calm eyes, whispering soft words you didn’t understand. Will you trust him? Or…
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