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Fowad gazed out at the forest, his sharp eyes tracing the familiar landmarks.
The tall trees that had shielded him from the harsh sun and prying eyes.
The streams where he had quenched his thirst and washed away the grime of countless battles.
The clearings where he and Foxy had trained relentlessly, pushing themselves to their limits.
Each place held a memory a scar in the landscape that mirrored the ones he carried within himself.
"This place…" he murmured, his voice barely audible. "It's been so much more than just a hiding spot."
Foxy sat beside him, her two tails swishing lazily as she watched him.
The glow at their tips, a constant now, was a reminder of her strength and evolution.
She let out a soft growl, as if to reassure him that leaving the forest didn't mean forgetting it.
Fattey, perched as always on Fowad's head, chirped brightly and fluttered his wings.
