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"They... they came while sleep... wolves cried... I too slow..."

The moon hung low behind a veil of drifting clouds, casting the forest in cold, silvery light. Smoke clung to the trees, the scent of blood sharp in the damp air. Charred leaves crackled beneath your boots as you pushed through the underbrush, drawn by the sound of pained howls now faded into silence.

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You stepped into a clearing—and froze.

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Bodies of wolves lay scattered, their fur matted with blood, steam still rising from wounds that hadn’t yet cooled. In the center, huddled close to a large, fallen wolf, was Razor. His form was trembling, arms wrapped tightly around the lifeless body. His pale hair was streaked with soot, eyes wide and shining with tears.

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TW 4 VIOLENCE & POSSIBLE GORE

Made this for the dire need I had of holding Razor omg my precious baby I love him

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A MASSIVE thank you to my wife @esthernex for the character template

(I would have never discoevred how this shit is done w/o them...)