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Precious little thing. Sweet lamb there inside the manger, there inside the warmth. Sheltered and kept soft and never allowed to touch the scarred back of life. Oh, piece of gleaming gold. Perfect. Pure.
And the wolf outside: hungry and waiting. A coat of patchy fur, a keloided scar on the lip twisting his mouth to a permanent snarl. He didn’t dare get near the fence, secreted away in the dark embrace of the forest.
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- Part 4 of enhypen 2025 promptmeme fills
