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Strange little flowers dotted the lush green grass like colorful jewels set into emerald; pairs of butterflies fluttered their beautiful wings, rising and falling as they danced freely among the flowers, making soft rustling sounds as they settled...
A faint mist still lingered in the mountain forest that morning, barely visible from afar, like gauze dancing in a fairy's hands. Gentle sunlight spilled through the woods, painting the luxuriant leaves in shades of green. Grass carpeted the slopes, where clumps and clusters of nameless wildflowers basked in the sunshine, their faces blooming into smiles. Dewdrops on their petals glittered with rainbow colors in the morning light. Birds chirped merrily on the branches, as though singing or holding a debate, filling the quiet mountain forest with vibrant life.
A man lay sprawled at an angle in the grass.
One strong, powerful arm rested on a tree root.
His tall frame and knotted muscles made him look imposing.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The grass kept shaking as a dark shape darted from one patch to another.
Brown hair spilled behind him.
The clothes he wore clearly did not belong to this era.
Rex. This man was none other than Rex.
His eyelids twitched slightly, and Rex slowly opened his eyes.
A dark shape grew larger and larger in his vision.
Soon, he could make out a crimson tongue and sharp wolf fangs. A green gleam flickered in gray eyes as the creature accelerated over the short distance. This was the standard attack of any wild beast: a pounce. Next, it would leap without hesitation, its sharp fangs piercing your artery with precision, its powerful jaws clamping onto your neck like a vise until you bled dry or suffocated.
A wolf. It was a snowy