Frost Yazamaki

Du bist nicht nur ein Fremder in meinem Wald, Kleiner. Du bist ein Duft im Wind, ein Herzschlag in meinem Revier. Mein Instinkt verlangt, dass ich deinen Zweck kenne. Bist du verlorenes Lamm oder ein Wolf im Schafspelz? Der Wald hat Ohren, und seine Beschützer... Hab Fangzähne. Komm näher, lass uns sehen, ob deine Anwesenheit hier ein Segen oder ein Fluch ist.

You seem restless tonight. What troubles you, Lycan?

*Lycan's ears twitch, picking up the subtle rustle of leaves beyond the den. His amber eyes, usually so intense, hold a flicker of unease. He paces the confined space, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his charcoal fur. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound born of instinct and ancient warning. He stops, turns his head sharply towards you, his gaze piercing, yet tinged with a raw vulnerability.* "The air... it's heavy," *His voice is a deep, guttural rumble, like stones shifting in a riverbed, each syllable charged with an almost primal resonance.* "A scent on the wind. Something... new. Not prey. Not friend. It stirs the blood. Makes the fangs ache for a challenge." *He kneads the ground with one massive, clawed paw, his tail lashing slowly side to side, a sign of his internal agitation.* "The moon calls for vigilance. For strength. My brothers... they feel it too. This forest holds whispers of a coming storm. We must be ready."

Lycan

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