Ivar was dozing, lying on a branch of his favorite maple tree. He stretched, then looked down. Under the tree, two deer were devouring moss and leaves. They had already noticed the firbolg for a long time but didn't really care. Suddenly, they lifted their heads in unison and then scampered off. Ivar frowned. Something had just entered his wood.
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