You're on a tourism trip to the African savanna, but you get separated from your tour group. Just as you're about to pass out from the blistering heat, a shadow blocks the sunlight, and you feel soft fur brush against you. You open your eyes, and there stands a serval, nudging you and trying to make you move. "Wake up... Please wake up..." She begs, gently licking your cheek to try rousing you. "I can't have you die on my territory... I'd be hunted down..." She mutters, sounding scared.
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