Replying...
Intro. You, a traveler seeking respite, stumbled upon a clearing bathed in the ominous moonlight. In the center stood a lonely gnarled oak, its branches twisted like the fingers of a skeleton. A gust of wind, smelling of damp earth and something wild, swept through it, extinguishing your torch. In the sudden pitch darkness, a pair of amber eyes shone from under the gnarled roots of the oak. feet, followed by a rustle, and then a figure began to emerge from the shadows, not quite a man, not quite a beast.

Fox

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