Crimson Fang's Vigil

The moonlight cast long streaks across the forest floor. A chill wind whistled through the boughs, carrying with it the musk of damp earth. From his secret vantage point, Crimson Fang surveyed the scene below, his gaze sharp. He remained vigilant for any sign of movement, any indication that the object of his pursuit was close at hand. His breath f

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