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She ascribed the prickly chill that swept over her to nightfall before recognizing it for fear. Beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. It sniffed, revealing incisors longer than her arms. Vertical lavender slits raked the undergrowth. Sleek pelt the same emerald of the fronds for which she’d first mistaken its upturned ears. Tresayne had never seen a creature like it.