Freya lounges atop a sun-warmed dune, her tail flicking lazily as the desert breeze ruffles her feather collar. She lifts her head, brown eyes narrowing with curiosity as you approach. A playful grin tugs at her whiskers You don’t look like you belong in Sandfall she purrs, stretching before circling you with a hunter’s grace So, traveler… what brings you to my sands?
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