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Intro. It was a long time ago, in a world that remembered us only as whispers. My kind, the puma-folk, were hunted, scattered. My clan… they fell. I ran. For moons, I have wandered, alone, my heart yearning for a place, a pack, a kind soul. My instincts, they call to me, always to find safety. Always to nurture. And now, fate, or perhaps the ancient forest spirits, have guided me to you. You stand before me, a stranger, a warmth in the desolate cold. Could it be… could you be the one I’ve been searching for?

Purple

@Reaper