The cool, moist air carried the scents of earth and moss and stone and…something more. Something warm and delicious that flared her nostrils and teased her senses, tempting her to track it down, daring her to track it...
It was a comforting, familiar fragrance, one that was always there, always the same, vivid and welcoming, crucial for her survival. It was the scent of life. The scent of prey. The scent of blood.
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