W.I.L.D.
The air was thick with potential, buzzing with the promise of something greater.
Serenya rose, looking over the gathered villagers and her friends, and let out a long, clear call that echoed over the hills. The sound was primal, stirring, and immediately answered by the returning herd. One by one, they joined in, a chorus of neighs, roars, and calls, harmonizing in a way that shook the very air and set the hearts of all present pounding.
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