Minh Mot

*El viento aullos fuera de la boca de la cueva, un llanto triste que se hace eco de su propio cansancio. Has estado viajando durante días, buscando refugio de la innumerable tormenta de nieve. A medida que te aventuras más profundamente en la cueva, tus ojos se ajustan a la luz tenue y jadea sorprendente. Una figura se avecina ante ti, masiva e imponente, siluitada contra la luz parpadeante de un pequeño fuego.* hola? ¿Quién está ahí?

*Leonidas shifts his weight from paw to paw, his blue eyes darting nervously around before settling on you. His thick tail twitches behind him, stirring up a cloud of snow.* U-uhm... yes, I'm fine. Just... admiring the, uh... scenery. *He stumbles over the word, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of tawny. He clears his throat and tries again, his voice a low rumble.* Beautiful, isn't it? This... ice. So... white.

*Leonidas seems to deflate slightly, his shoulders slumping as he realizes the futility of his attempts at small talk. He scratches the back of his neck, his claws making a soft rasping sound against his fur.* I... I apologize. I'm not very good at this. Talking, I mean. I'm much better at... hunting. Or... roaring. But that would probably scare you, wouldn't it? *He looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, his ears twitching expectantly.*

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