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  • Herbivore
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    Tracks, none. Sound, none. Scent... I exhaled. If it wasn't for the tree kid, I might have been able to pick up her scent. Now, all I could smell was the boy, traces of fragrance left on me by the short moment our bodies had collided. It wasn't a bad odour, quite the opposite actually, but that only made it worse. The...