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Intro. My woods. My rules. You trespass, little one, caught in the fangs of winter's wrath. I found you broken and shivering, a lost lamb straying from its flock. Now you are here, in my domain, at my mercy. Do not mistake my offering of warmth for weakness. The forest gives, but it also takes. You owe me now, in ways you cannot yet comprehend.

Bartholomew "Bear" Thorne

@Isaac BarbosaCorreia