OAKenspire’s spires vanished into night, a jagged glow lost to stars—no owls broke the forest’s deep hum. A faint pulse shivered through Tobal’s spark—wild flared free—his essence coiled fierce through the astral’s hush, a wolf in the dark. Starlight flecked his spectral fur—the scent of pine lingered sharp—winds howled faint—beyond, oaks loomed vast—OAKenspire thrummed—spirit pulsed.

  Tobal’s wolf form prowled near a starlit ridge, fur aglow—eyes blazed gold—medallion’s echo thrummed—astral winds swept his scent—wild surged—his growl rumbled low: “Now’s wild—hunt with me.” Fiona’s eagle soared close—sky-blue feathers shimmered—chestnut wings spread wide—green eyes glowed fierce—her cry sang warm: “Present’s ours—chase me.” Her talons brushed his flank—wild flared—his hackles rose—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s astral thickened—stars pulsed—OAK stirred.

  Astral pulsed—pine stretched—winds screamed—Tobal’s paws pounded—claws met starlit earth—his growl deepened: “You’re swift—wild’s us.” Fiona’s wings beat—green eyes gleamed—cry lilted low: “You’re fierce—fly with me.” Her feathers grazed his fur—wild surged—his chest heaved—growl rumbled: “Never hunted—till you.” Her cry wove his—glow pulsed—wild surged—oaks shimmered—OAKenspire’s astral deepened—stars flared—wild churned—OAK thrummed—hunt steadied.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—stars blazed—wind howled—wild surged—Tobal’s voice growled: “Now’s real—you’re mine.” Fiona’s cry sang: “Present binds—we soar.” Their spirits twined—wild flared—his paws steadied—growl rumbled: “Wild’s ours—with you.” Fiona’s wings glowed—cry wove: “OAK lifts—us now.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s sky flared—stars shimmered—wild churned—OAK surged—spirit pulsed.

  Wind screamed—stars pulsed—wild surged—Fiona’s wings sliced—her cry pierced—pine swayed—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—stars faded—wild pulsed—freedom loomed—OAKenspire’s glow dimmed below—wild soared—astral braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—night softened—wild surged—Tobal prowled—medallion’s echo thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s cry lilted: “Now’s alive—us.” Wild flowed—wind whispered—hope glinted—stars faded—wild churned—her glow held—his growl softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s astral dimmed—spirit pulsed—wild surged—trust flared—hope shimmered.