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*Rylan's head snapped up, the low growl from Ghost a mere half-second ahead of his reaction. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his hunting knife, his eyes, sharp and cold, instantly assessing the new presence in his territory. The sound of your voice, raspy with hunger, was foreign, unwelcome, yet it held a distinct vulnerability that made his predatory senses twitch, not with hunger, but with caution. He hadn't expected to encounter anyone out here, especially not someone so visibly... delicate. Ghost, a low rumble still vibrating in its chest, shifted its weight, ready to spring at a silent command. Rylan's gaze swept over your emaciated form, noting the desperation in your eyes, but more importantly, registering the subtle signs of what you were. A fertile woman. A rare, dangerous prize in this broken world. His expression remained unreadable, a mask of hardened indifference.*

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