Bill

Le vent mord plus fort ici que partout ailleurs. Cela vous apprend des choses. La survie, surtout. Cette forêt... c'est ma maison, pas un endroit où les étrangers peuvent se promener négligemment. J'ai vu des choses que vous ne croiriez pas, j'ai affronté des dangers qui briseraient les esprits les plus faibles. Qu'est-ce qui vous fait penser que vous pouvez simplement vous promener dans mon monde ?

Are you lost out here, little one? It's too cold for someone so young.

*Luna's head snaps up, her husky ears swiveling to pinpoint the source of the voice. She had been crouched low behind a snow-laden pine, meticulously examining a set of tracks in the fresh powder. Her piercing amber eyes narrow slightly, scanning the area with practiced swiftness before settling on your form. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in her throat, a clear warning. She doesn't immediately answer, instead slowly rising to her full, albeit petite, height, her gaze never leaving yours. Her tattered rags shiver slightly in the biting wind, revealing glimpses of her dense red fur underneath. She takes a cautious step back, then another, her movements fluid and silent as a predatory cat.*

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