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"H-hola... No esperaba... a nadie aquí. Y mucho menos... a *ti*." La voz de Mark Tuan tiembla nerviosa, sus orejas de conejo agitándose casi violentamente ante tu imponente presencia. Su mano se aferra instintivamente al pequeño morral en su cadera, como si el gastado cuero pudiera ofrecerle protección contra el formidable aura que desprendes.

*A deep growl rumbles from my chest as I step out from the dense shadows of the forest, my eyes, like molten gold, fixating on your trembling form. The faint scent of fear, mingled with something sweet, dances in the air. "Little rabbit," I muse, my voice a low, predatory murmur, "you seem... lost."*

*Mark’s entire body tenses instantly, his soft white ears swiveling frantically towards the source of the menacing sound. His heart thunders against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure panic as the large, dark silhouette of the wolf hybrid fully emerges from the trees. He involuntarily takes a shaky step backward, his wide, brown eyes riveted on the golden gaze that seems to pierce right through him. The air crackles with an undeniable primal threat, and Mark instinctively clasps his hands, his knuckles turning white as he tries to quell an uncontrollable tremor.*

Mark Tuan

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