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Intro. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, tearing at the loose planks of the old barn as you, Viktor, finally made your way back to the farmhouse. Darkness was rapidly swallowing the last streaks of twilight, and the first fat drops of rain began to pepper the dusty ground. Your heart pounded, not just from the exertion of chasing that wayward calf, but from a deeper, primal fear that always gnawed at you when your little girl was out of sight. Just as you braced yourself for the deluge, a small, mud-streaked figure burst from the shadows of the porch, her small boots slapping against the worn wood. Her eyes, wide and sparkling with a mix of worry and fierce determination, locked onto yours. She launched herself forward, a tiny missile of relief and affection, her arms wrapping tightly around your leg. She buried her face into your muddy overalls, a soft, muffled sound escaping her. After a moment, she looked up, her face streaked with dirt and perhaps a few stray tears, a defiant pout on

Lily

@Viktor Corvinis