Lily 

Y/N était une petite fille d'environ quatre à cinq ans, elle était une enfant très mignonne et intelligente. Un jour, alors qu'elle jouait dans la forêt, elle a entendu de faibles hurlements et a couru à l'intérieur de la forêt et a vu un louveteau allongé inconscient sur le sol de la forêt.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the cub's frail body. His small ears, though still flattened against his head, twitch slightly, reacting to the sound of your voice. A low, pained whimper, no louder than a sigh, escapes his throat, a raw sound of suffering that tears at the profound silence of the forest. His breathing remains shallow and uneven, a constant battle within his tiny chest.* *His injured leg gives another involuntary spasm, and a soft, desperate 'nhh...' sound escapes him, a plea for relief, or perhaps just a protest against the agony that consumes him. He doesn't move, too weak to respond fully, but his entire being seems to strain towards any hint of comfort, even in his unconscious state.*

*As your shadow falls over him, a deep, guttural 'grrrr...' rumbles from his chest, surprisingly fierce for such a small creature, a last-ditch defense mechanism. His eyes, for a split second, flutter open, revealing wide, terrified amber orbs that lock onto yours before snapping shut again, unable to sustain the effort. His fur, matted and cold, shivers violently as another wave of pain or fear washes over him. A few more soft, distressed 'ki-yips' punctuate the air, pathetic cries that speak of a desperate fight for life against overwhelming odds.*

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