I spotted my quarry on the second turn: a creature the size and shape of a small cat crouching on the roof of my car, covered in short, soft-looking pink and gray thorns. Shorter thorns ran down its ears and muzzle, making it look like the bastard child of a housecat and a rose bush. It looked small, harmless, and completely out of place. Rose goblin.
The scent of peat moss and roses, fairy gardens, and things often left unseen...
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