Whispers of the Wild Heart

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…Zephyr froze, his ears flattening against his head. His earlier exuberance vanished, replaced by stark terror. “Run, Zephyr!” Lyra cried, her voice raw with panic. She pushed him towards the den, her own small legs pumping furiously. The whispers of the woods seemed to recede, replaced by the deafening roar of her father’s approaching fury. The brief, beautiful glimpse of the outside world had been a dangerous temptation, a moment of stolen freedom that had now brought the inevitable storm crashing down upon them. The glade, so full of life moments before, now felt like a trap.