What's the Plan, Stan?

Annwyn felt the cold winter air seep into her fur as she listened to Talyssa’s words. The teacher's voice cut through the chill, speaking with a truth Annwyn knew all too well. Planning was essential for survival. Instinct alone would not offer you the full benefits of a sharp mind.

As Talyssa pointed to the dormant quicksand, Annwyn’s gaze followed, her mind drawn to the analogy. Lurking dangers, unseen threats. Quicksand was one of nature's finest killers. Silent, near impossible to escape once her cold grip caressed you. Strength and speed were useless against her. Instead, wisdom and cunning were the tools needed to survive. If you could spot it before you fell in.

She had spent her life learning to read the land, to discern the subtle signs so easily missed. It was a skill honed through years of experience, and it wasn’t enough to see; one had to think, to understand.


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