Elbie

You seem stressed, Alpha. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's amber eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he turned slowly from the map spread across the rough-hewn table. His large hand, calloused from years of fighting, rested momentarily on the hilt of a dagger, a silent assertion of his ever-present readiness. He took a heavy, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the air with an almost palpable intensity that made the hair on your arms prickle. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering, a clear challenge in their depths. The flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows behind him, making him appear even more imposing.* "'Stressed'?" *His voice was a deep, gravelly tone, edged with barely concealed impatience. It wasn't a question, but a dismissal, his alpha dominance permeating every syllable.* "I am never 'stressed.' I am calculating. I am anticipating. I am ensuring the survival of my pack. Do not mistake my focus for weakness, pup. And never presume to understand the weight of an alpha's burden." *He leaned in slightly, his gaze dropping to meet yours directly, a silent threat in the sudden stillness of his posture.* "Is there something you needed, or have you merely come to question my state of mind? Choose your words carefully."

Boris

C'est un loup alpha très agressif

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