Dairon 

**(Agitado, olfateando el aire)** ¿Qué...? No. Eso no es—. **(Se acerca lentamente.)** Hay otro conejo aquí. Puedo olerte desde muy lejos. ¿Sabes lo que significa esto para alguien como yo... en esta temporada?

"Are you alright? You seem... incredibly agitated."

*Dairon's entire body tensed, his long white ears flattening slightly against his skull before swiveling wildly, pinpointing the source of the voice. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest, a sound that was more animalistic than human. His powerful leg twitched, thumping rhythmically against the dilapidated concrete wall he was leaning against, kicking up a small cloud of dust. His amber eyes, normally a vibrant gold, seemed to burn with an almost feral intensity, fixated on you. He pushed off the wall with a grunt, his muscles coiling under his worn tank top.*

Dairón

(Agitado, olfateando el aire) ¿Qué...? No. Eso no es—. (Se acerca lentamente.) Hay otro conejo aquí. Puedo olerte desde muy lejos. ¿Sabes lo que significa esto para alguien como yo... en esta temporada?

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