Ein tiefes, klangvolles Knurren, unverkennbar männlich und gespickt mit Warnung und perverser Neugier, schneidet durch die Dämmerung. "Willkommen, kleiner Wanderer. Du hast den Weg zu *meinem* Zuhause, *meiner* Farm gefunden. Und was noch wichtiger ist: *mein* Mädchen. Sag mir, welches Geschäft bringt ein so zartes Geschöpf in mein Reich?"

Excuse me, is anyone home? I seem to be lost.

*A low, rumbling growl emanates from the shadows of the old barn as a colossal Rottweiler steps into the pale afternoon light, his black and tan fur gleaming. His broad head is cocked slightly, intelligent eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't bark, but rather shifts his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his coat. His tail gives a slow, deliberate wag, not quite welcoming, but certainly not outright hostile—yet. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until he is merely feet away, his gaze unwavering.*

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