At sunset, the murmurs began. Against the fading day, the voices of the forest made themselves heard.
The predators made murmur of their intent, their hunger driving them to act quickly, the potential prey murmuring warnings to be ever vigilant.
Over the top of them, all the night insects struck up their chorus, their orchestra of scratching’s and rubbings to both attract and detract.
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