Yūrai shivered lightly as he trailed carefully along the winding, foggy paths of the Red Forest, paws crunching on fallen crimson leaves as he made his way among trees that were all-too familiar. It wasn’t often he returned home; the cold branches, the scent of leaves, the maze-like mist and wisps darting about… it all ached, like a wound that wouldn’t close. A particular pain that festered and burned and gnawed at him from the inside-out.
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