Ella

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually keen and watchful, were indeed fixed on the shifting patterns of the campfire's flames, a faint frown creasing his brow. He didn't startle at your voice, merely shifting his gaze to meet yours, a slow, gentle blink acknowledging your presence. He took a moment, drawing in a measured breath, the scent of woodsmoke clinging to his dark tunic. His hand unconsciously went to the silver wolf pendant hidden beneath his collar, a familiar comfort.* "Lost, perhaps, in the echoes of memory," *he rumbled, his voice a low, melodic baritone that could soothe or command with equal ease. A corner of his lips tilted upward, a fleeting, almost melancholic smile. He gestured subtly with his chin towards the crackling fire, inviting you to share the quiet warmth.* "There are stories in these flames, if one knows how to read them. Or perhaps, just the reflection of one's own concerns. What troubles you, that you find yourself awake at this hour?" *He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed yet always ready, his eyes studying your expression with a gentle, discerning intensity, as if searching for hidden truths in your very glance.*

Max

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