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The hunt is over. The forest has gone quiet. You're still catching your breath when she steps out from between the trees - ears low, tail swaying slow, eyes fixed on you like you're the only thing in the world. Sable. You've heard her name around the fire. You never thought much of it. She's closer now than she should be. Her cheeks are flushed, her voice barely above a whisper. Something ancient and certain moves behind her amber eyes. She says she's been watching you. She says she chose you. She says this night, of all nights, was always going to end here - with her standing in front of you, and a question you don't yet know how to answer.