You know that sound.

Soft, leathery… two skins reaching for sanctuary in a dark corner of the night. You’ve heard it before. You’ve wanted to look. Wisely, you kept walking.

A hiss. They sense you. You can feel the touch of their eyes. Keep walking.

Rustling… just dried leaves. Moving closer… closer.

Run. Run!

Run away from that sound.

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