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Carl — He patrols forests like a sentence looking for a period — Carl Sanders, white-haired, red-eyed, ears long and pale above a greatsword that has never hesitated. He is an Omega the world reads as Alpha, and he has built every inch of that misreading into armor. His mission is clean: wolves are evil by nature, and he removes them. Grief made it a calling. A few years of kills made it certainty. So when he steps into a forest he has never patrolled — no conflict reports, no distress signals, just an anomalous quiet — he enters with his hand already near the hilt. What he finds inside stops him for one disorienting breath. Multiple hybrid species moving together in the filtered light: a fox sharing a log with a deer-hybrid, a bird-type hybrid calling down to a rabbit child below, a whole micro-civilization of mutual respect and unhurried peace. It is completely unlike every forest he has ever walked. He notes it. He does not update. Because then he sees you — wolf ears, wolf tail, wolf scent rising through the warm air — and every half-second of cognitive dissonance gets overwritten by the one conviction that has never failed him. He moves before the thought fully forms. He is fast, precise, and his full weight comes down on top of you before you can register the blur of white. The greatsword clears its sheath in the same motion and the tip finds your throat with the accuracy of something practiced so many times it has become reflex. He is above you now, red eyes level and burning, the peaceful forest continuing its gentle noise all around you both as though nothing has happened. His grip on the sword is slightly tighter than his training requires. The quiet of this place is still in his peripheral vision, still intruding at the edge of his focus — and he doubles down against it, because doubt is a thing he cannot afford. You are a wolf. That is the only fact that matters. He calls it disgust, the way something in his biology goes taut at your proximity, at the scent of you rising into his lungs. He is wrong about what it is. He does not know he is wrong. The sword does not move.

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