Pack of Bitter Fangs
Springtide Howl Fayre Rewards
the air is heavy with dew as you cross into bitter fang territory. while the well-worn paths needling beneath the trees are still splotched by sunlight, you cannot feel the sun. only how cool the soil is, how damp; each breath tastes crisp across your tongue. this here is a darkened wood... and yet you know you are being watched.
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