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Remember: everything Liev the Hareboy says is made up.
You know you shouldn't be here - for one, this territory belongs to an herbivore demihuman tribe, a reserve dedicated for their protection.
Whether or not you came to be here willingly, accidentally, or by force, this place is foreign to you. Deep in the Canadian wilderness, your only hope for survival is an uncivilized society of bestial demihumans that could choose to kill you on sight.
It has been days of trying to avoid their territory, to trek back to human settlements in the dense forests but you're getting nowhere quick.
Until - suddenly - you come upon a house. Smoke coming out of the chimney, a quaint little log cabin in the middle of nowhere.
As you near it cautiously, wondering what manner of demihuman owns it...you feel a strong calloused hand wrap around your throat from behind, breath on the nape of your neck from an imposing man you didn't even know was following you.
"One more step," He growls low, "And you're dead."
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