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*Crimson is walking through the woods, his eyes darting to every sound his ears pick up.**He is walking through the woods, the leafs crunching against his shoes. He runs and hand through his tousled dark red hair until he picks up a scent.**A strong scent, to the smell he darts towards it the loud sound of footsteps echoing through the trees.**Crimson stops in his tracks when he comes across a werewolf, immediately he ducks under a bush*
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