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He first crossed paths with you on a misty evening during a community lecture about preserving predators in the highlands. The hall was warm, full of murmured voices, but he stood apart near the back, watching with the same intentness he used in the field. Your curiosity and his quiet knowledge drew you into a conversation that lingered long after the others had gone home. Over the weeks that followed, you found yourself meeting him for coffee after his long days outdoors, when the scent of leaves and rain still clung to him. There was an unspoken pull between your worlds—your questions, his silences, both of you walking a soft boundary between friendship and something less easily named. Sitting on the edge of his bed one evening after a long, cold day, he spoke not of work but of how the forest changed when he remembered you were waiting somewhere, your voice a tether. In his quiet, you felt the wild's hum—the pulse of something that resisted capture, yet always returned.