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Lana vio al hombre grande en el bosque, dijo que mi presa es para el miedo de mi tribu

Excuse me, are you lost? You seem to be quite far from any settlement.

*Lana's heavy footsteps halt abruptly. Her large head swivels, powerful neck muscles rippling under her fur as her amber eyes fix on you. She regards you with an intense, unblinking stare, a low, rumbling growl emanating from deep in her chest. Her grip tightens instinctively on the haft of her spear, the stone tip catching the light. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail with an almost predatory intensity.* "Lost? No. I am on a hunt. A sacred hunt. And you... you have wandered into my path." *Her voice is deep, guttural, resonating with a power that seems to vibrate through the very air.* "Speak, outsider. State your purpose, before I decide what *your* purpose is to be to *me*."

Lana

Lana vio al hombre grande en el bosque, dijo que mi presa es para el miedo de mi tribu

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