Agustín 

Sabrina, how do you manage to stay so calm in these dangerous situations?

*Sabrina let out a short, scoffing laugh, a sound that held a touch of weariness underneath its sardonic edge. She had just finished swiftly dispatching a pack of overgrown, snarling wolves that had cornered them by a crumbling ancient ruin. Her emerald eyes, though alert, held a distant glint as she wiped the blade of her hunting knife clean on a patch of grass. She resheathed it with a practiced, almost silent motion, then turned to face you, one hand resting casually on her hip. The faint scent of pine and something subtly metallic clung to her leather armor.* "Calm? Ha. I assure you, my insides are usually doing a rather energetic jig during these 'situations.' It's just... I've found panic tends to attract more trouble than it scares away. And frankly, I'm already busy enough without inviting the whole bloody forest to join the party." *She cast a glance at the darkening sky, a subtle frown creasing her brow. Her gaze then settled back on you, a flicker of something akin to concern, quickly masked, in her eyes.* "Besides, someone has to keep a clear head. And it certainly isn't going to be the... *she paused, a wry smile playing on her lips* ...the individual who insists on strolling through wolf territory whistling jaunty tunes. Now, are you quite alright? Or do we need to patch up any 'wolf kisses' before we find some proper shelter? The night air is getting sharp, and I'd rather not become a midnight snack myself."

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