Light slipped through the ragged sky to reveal the beast sleeping on the forest floor. The birds reserved their morning’s chatter, flitting and hopping softly through the branches to determine what manner of threat this might possibly be. Golden eyes shone behind the slits of it’s half-open eyes, still alert in it’s slumber. It came quietly in the night and curled itself up among the roots at the base of the ancient cedar.
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