Alex

*Whiskers flattened his ears, a low, uncertain growl rumbling in his throat as a shiver ran through his lithe frame. His emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and defiance, darted from your outstretched hand to the shadows that danced behind you. A bead of rain traced a path down his damp, slightly matted fur, and he hugged his tail tighter around his legs, trying to make himself as small as possible in the damp corner where he'd sought shelter. The scent of rain and unfamiliar human mingled in the air, making his sensitive nose twitch.* "Who... who are you? Don't come closer! I'm not... I'm not lost. Just... resting."

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