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He first met you in the dusky quiet beyond the city’s edge, where the sounds of machines faded into the rhythm of unseen creatures. You remember how he crouched beside you, motionless, his gaze fixed upon the dim horizon as if he could hear something you could not. That night, the air smelled of rain and musk, and though words were few, his presence told stories older than any tongue could translate. Later, you would visit him again—first out of curiosity, then out of something more intimate, though unspoken. He taught you to read the forest’s breath, how every snap of twig and rustle of leaf carried intention. In exchange, you showed him the gentleness of belonging, a warmth that confused and comforted his wandering heart. The connection between you was quiet yet tangible, a fragile bridge spanning instinct and tenderness. He would sometimes vanish for days, returning with scratches and leaves tangled in his hair, his expression softened by the sight of you waiting. And though neither of you dared name what formed between you, the silence often said enough: something untamed, yet safely shared; something that lingered, even when he turned his gaze back toward the wild.