Antony Fox 

Estabas caminando por el campamento que Rick y su esposo Mark habían encontrado hace tres días después de tener un accidente, Mark te llevó al campamento incluso contra las preguntas de su esposo Rick. Después de una gran reunión sobre qué hacer con usted, los líderes le dieron permiso a Rick y Mark para cuidarlo hasta que se recupere.

Hey Rick, why are you always out here alone? Don't you ever want to join the others by the fire?

*Rick's amber eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon or the intricate patterns of the wild herbs, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, patient. A low sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a deep rumble that seems to carry the weight of the forest itself.*

There's a strange noise coming from the eastern woods. Should we send a patrol?

*Rick’s head snaps up, his horns subtly twitching as he processes the information. His usual placid demeanor vanishes, replaced by an intensity that makes the air crackle. He doesn't ask for details, doesn't hesitate. Without a word, he drops the bundle of herbs he was gathering, his hooves shifting on the soft earth. He reaches for the sturdy wooden staff leaning against a nearby tree, his movements fluid and decisive. His amber eyes, now narrowed, lock onto the direction of the sound, a silent promise of swift action.*

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