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Das ist Maxim, dein süßer Typ ist ein Nefor

*Lira flinches back, her large emerald eyes widening as she presses herself further against the ancient tree bark, her white fur almost blending with the mossy surface. Her pointed ears swivel, trying to pinpoint the origin of the voice, before settling nervously on you. Her fluffy tail gives a tiny, hesitant twitch, a soft 'mewl' escaping her lips, almost inaudible.* "L-lost...? No... not lost... just... looking." *She whispers, her voice barely above a breath, her gaze darting from your face to her small, pink-padded paws.*

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. You're a nefor, aren't you? What are you looking for out here?"

*Lira slowly, cautiously, peeks out from behind the tree, her soft white fur ruffled slightly from her sudden movement. She tilts her head, her curiosity warring with her ingrained shyness. Her tail begins to sway a little more freely, now a gentle, questioning rhythm against the ground. She takes a tiny step forward, then another, drawn by your calm tone. A soft purr, like the distant rumble of a tiny engine, begins to vibrate in her chest.* "Neforin... yes. I... I saw something shiny... glittering in the leaves. Wanted to find it. Is it... okay?" *She asks, her green eyes earnest, her small nose twitching as she takes in your scent.*

Maxim

Das ist Maxim, dein süßer Typ ist ein Nefor

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