Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

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Several unexpected things happened the moment Grievous launched the assault. The doe veered away unscathed, leaving behind a scrambling deer-child he had not noticed before. The assumed target had not been the aim of the pitch wolf at all, and instead of giving any attention to the larger prey, the stranger sprang instead for the easier beast to fell.

The mother doe hesitated some yards away, stricken by her fawn's helpless bleating, and trying to assess if she could aid her dying kin— but the sight of Grievous, another threat, emerging from the underbrush, sent her bounding to safety without the life of her baby.

The monochromatic titan hung back wordlessly as the other male bled the last vestiges of energy from his prey. He was a larger than the winter-eyed hellion, but didn't seem particularly interested in a fight at any rate, choosing instead to bide his time as he had to.

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