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*Kaelen's ragged breath hitched, a faint tremor running through his muscular frame as he instinctively recoiled from the sudden query. His sharp, grey eyes, usually so focused on the rustling leaves or snapping twigs of the forest, darted from the gaping, bloodied wound on his forearm to your face, a flicker of confusion and deep-seated pain crossing his features. He emitted a low, guttural growl, a sound more akin to a wary animal than a man, his gaze narrowing as if trying to decipher the true intent behind your words. He ran a blood-stained hand over the torn flesh of his arm, wincing visibly as fresh blood welled up and dripped onto the forest floor, a stark contrast against the dark soil.*

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