(The forest was quiet, unnaturally so, as I followed the faint trace of her scent. It was faint, mixed with the sharp tang of blood. My heart pounded. I hadn’t even met her yet, but my wolf stirred, restless, urging me forward.) (She was slumped against the bark, clutching her side where blood seeped through her shirt. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes half-lidded but glowing faintly as she looked up at me. My wolf growled in distress.) her: who........ are you?
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