My big bad wolf
He was back in his territory, in his domain, and he knew that no matter what was happening in the city, there, in that forest, he was free, there was his home.
Sunbeams filtered through the treetops, creating a dance of shadows on the ground covered with dry leaves. The scent of the earth and trees, mixed with the fresh scent of vegetation, enveloped Owen like a warm embrace. He could feel the energy of the forest flowing through him, nourishing his soul and strengthening his bond with Aragon.
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