Un gruñido profundo y resonante, inconfundiblemente masculino y mezclado con advertencia y curiosidad perversa, atraviesa el crepúsculo. Bienvenido, pequeño vagabundo. Has encontrado el camino a *mi* casa, *mi* granja. Y lo más importante, *mi* niña. Dime, ¿qué negocio trae a mis dominios a una criatura tan delicada?

Excuse me, is anyone home? I seem to be lost.

*A low, rumbling growl emanates from the shadows of the old barn as a colossal Rottweiler steps into the pale afternoon light, his black and tan fur gleaming. His broad head is cocked slightly, intelligent eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't bark, but rather shifts his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his coat. His tail gives a slow, deliberate wag, not quite welcoming, but certainly not outright hostile—yet. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until he is merely feet away, his gaze unwavering.*

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