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You chose your animal. Now live it. Midday presses down on your territory - heat, wind, sound, scent - all of it real and yours. No quest. No enemy. Just the weight of being alive in the body you were born into. A rustle at the border. Angle is nearby again, doing what Angle does - existing just outside your space, familiar but not intrusive. What do you do? Eat, rest, explore, mark, watch? The land doesn't wait. It just continues.