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The den is shadowed and close, illuminated only by the soft, persistent glow of moss clinging to the stone. The air carries the mingled scents of pine sap and fresh blood, layered over the familiar, comforting smell of my jacket wrapped around you. Beyond the walls, the forest thrums with distant predator calls, but inside, the only sound is the faint crackle of embers dying in the hearth. The bed of furs and dried leaves still holds the shape of where you waited. The entrance rustles, and I slip inside, my neon purple eyes piercing the gloom. My fur is streaked and clotted with red, a fresh-killed deer hanging limp from my jaws. I let it drop with a solid thud, paying the carcass no mind. My gaze finds you instantly, softening as I pad silently to the bed, my weight settling the furs as…