OAKenspire’s spires clawed the noon, a jagged glow threading the haze—no birds broke the forest’s tense hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Tobal’s boots—earth gleamed damp—wild coiled fierce through the grove’s hum, a spark in the green. Sweat flecked his battered blue coat—pine stung sharp—twigs snapped faint—beyond, oaks loomed jagged—OAKenspire thrummed—danger pulsed.

  Tobal crouched near a trail’s edge, coat streaked with damp—face forged taut—medallion thrummed warm—brown eyes swept the blur—wild surged—his breath growled low: “Beast’s close—stay sharp.” Fiona knelt beside—sky-blue dress snagged on thorns—chestnut hair tangled free—green eyes glowed fierce—her voice bit warm: “Now’s wild—face it.” Her hand gripped his arm—wild flared—his jaw tightened—eyes clashed—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s noon thickened—growls rumbled—OAK stirred.

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  Trail pulsed—pine swayed—claws scraped—Tobal’s whip cracked—leather met air—his growl sharpened: “It’s near—trust me.” Fiona’s staff swung—green eyes blazed—voice sang low: “You’re wild—let me in.” Her grip tightened—sweat mingled—wild surged—his chest heaved—breath rumbled: “Can’t lose—you’re here.” Her glare softened—thorn scratched her cheek—wild pulsed—oaks creaked—OAKenspire’s green darkened—heat flared—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment teetered.

  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—growls neared—wind howled—wild surged—Tobal’s voice rumbled: “Now’s real—hold on.” Fiona’s voice snapped: “Present binds—fight with me.” Her staff jabbed—wild flared—his whip lashed—breath growled: “Wild’s ours—damn it!” Fiona’s eyes flared—voice wove: “OAK stands—us now.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s haze flared—claws lunged—wild churned—OAK surged—clash pulsed.

  Wind screamed—earth shook—wild surged—Fiona’s staff pulsed—beast roared—pine splintered—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—heat soaked—wild pulsed—danger loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—beast fled—wild surged—Tobal sank—coat dripped—medallion thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s voice lilted: “Now’s ours—us.” Wild flowed—wind softened—hope glinted—heat faded—wild churned—her hand held—his growl eased: “Present’s wild—you’re mine.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s noon dimmed—blue coat clung—wild surged—clash flared—hope shimmered.