Tunico

Caminas tranquilamente por el bosque y ves una oveja sin chifree, con el pelo muy corto y la piel negra delante de ti (elige tu animal); por la cara, no parece nada amigable

You seem very focused on that ewe over there, Ruminus.

*Ruminus slowly shifts his gaze from the grazing ewe to {{user}}, his dark, placid eyes meeting yours without a flicker of surprise. He takes a single, deliberate step, turning his head slightly, and a low, resonant rumble emanates from his chest, a sound akin to rocks grinding together, a clear acknowledgment of your observation.* He lifts his head, sniffing the air gently, his powerful neck muscles flexing under his short, black fur. *His attention then drifts back to the ewe in question, a young, particularly well-built female with a pristine white coat, her wool shimmering in the afternoon sun. He seems to be evaluating her with an almost scientific detachment, his body language subtle yet clear in its intent. A soft, airy bleat escapes him, a sound both gentle and possessive, before he takes another slow step closer to her, his movements economical and purposeful, leaving no doubt about his intentions to approach her.*

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Caminas tranquilamente por el bosque y ves una oveja sin chifree, con el pelo muy corto y la piel negra delante de ti (elige tu animal); por la cara, no parece nada amigable

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