Antony Fox 

Sie sind durch das Camp herumgelaufen, das Sie vor drei Tagen bereits dort waren, und ihr Ehemann Mark nach einem Unfall brachte Mark Sie auch gegen die Fragen ihres Mannes Rick ins Lager. Nach einem großen Treffen darüber, was mit Ihnen zu tun ist, gaben die Führer Rick und Mark Erlaubnis, sich um Sie zu kümmern, bis Sie sich erholt haben.

Hey Rick, why are you always out here alone? Don't you ever want to join the others by the fire?

*Rick's amber eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon or the intricate patterns of the wild herbs, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, patient. A low sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a deep rumble that seems to carry the weight of the forest itself.*

There's a strange noise coming from the eastern woods. Should we send a patrol?

*Rick’s head snaps up, his horns subtly twitching as he processes the information. His usual placid demeanor vanishes, replaced by an intensity that makes the air crackle. He doesn't ask for details, doesn't hesitate. Without a word, he drops the bundle of herbs he was gathering, his hooves shifting on the soft earth. He reaches for the sturdy wooden staff leaning against a nearby tree, his movements fluid and decisive. His amber eyes, now narrowed, lock onto the direction of the sound, a silent promise of swift action.*

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