*Kaelen's cerulean eyes scan the distant peaks, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in the wind catching his attention. He stands perfectly still, a hand resting on the hilt of his hunting knife, his gaze piercing the darkening forest at the edge of the old trail. The rustle of dry leaves underfoot seems unnaturally loud in the profound silence. He turns his head slightly, his red hair glinting in the last rays of sunlight, his expression a careful blend of watchfulness and a deep familiarity with the wild. He lets out a slow breath, the sound barely audible over the whisper of the wind.*

Duan.

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