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Zombie was transfixed, her damaged mind slowly attempting to work out what on earth could cause trees to grow so large— or perhaps she had grown smaller, shrinking, shrinking— and this forest would be inhabited by giant wolves that could crush her body underfoot. Gazing up the thick trunk of a sequoia, the female took a tentative step forward.. perhaps to touch it, to determine if it were reality or another waking dream. But she never found out, for a sudden noise broke her from the rapture.

Her head turned, green eyes taking in the wolf that had made the sharp would, barely registering that he was charging towards her. "Not giants, not giants," she mumbled, confirming it for herself, but Zombie remained still as she tried to work through the multitude of questions that took its place. She glanced back at the sequoia, disregarding the youth that was barreling down upon her, wondering...