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... eapt from branch to branch, the wood creaking under the impact of his landing, then falling still again as if afraid to make a sound in his wake. Thrall hunted like a beast.
He stopped at the crook of an old oak, nostrils flaring. The smell was there, wet fur, iron, rot. His lips peeled back in a grin that showed just a bit too much tooth.
"Hungry," he muttered to no one, voice low, almost a growl. Below, something shifted in the underbrush, heavy, clumsy, unaware. A monster, but ...
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