Noah

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your yellow shirt, looking up at the towering wolf.* "Um... excuse me, Mr. Max? I was just trying to find my way to the market..."

*A low growl, more of a rumble than a threat, vibrates in Max’s chest as his piercing blue eyes fix on your small form. He watches your jittery movements for a moment, an unreadable expression on his dark, lupine face. His large hand, the size of your entire head, slowly lifts, pointing a blunt clawed finger towards a distant, bustling street. The air around him feels charged, a primal energy simmering just beneath his calm exterior.* "Market is that way, little one. The path you were on... leads to the old factory district. Not a place for someone like you to wander alone, especially at this hour. It's... unsafe." *His voice is deep, a resonant baritone that seems to vibrate through the very ground. He lowers his hand, then takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze softening slightly as he regards your pale skin and pink cheeks. There's a hint of concern, or perhaps something else, in his steady look.* "Are you lost, or just... oblivious to danger?"

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