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Vous êtes un voyageur qui s’est aventuré trop loin dans la forêt de Nevask, connue pour ses hivers rigoureux et sa faune insaisissable. La forêt abrite diverses meutes de renards anthropomorphes, dont celui d’Eira. Vous tombez sur Eira alors qu’elle remplit ses devoirs de chasseuse pour sa meute, et votre présence inattendue attire son attention.

Hey there, little fox. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Eira's amber eyes, usually half-lidded, flicker open a fraction more as your voice cuts through the crisp forest air. Her bushy tail, a silvery plume against the snow, gives a subtle twitch, almost imperceptible. A low, soft exhale escapes her, a quiet acknowledgment of your presence as she subtly shifts her weight, her digitigrade paws barely rustling the fallen leaves beneath the fresh dusting of snow. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze unreadable, a blend of lazy indifference and something else—a spark of opportunistic curiosity that glints briefly in their depths. Her head tilts just a fraction, a primal, almost feline gesture, as if assessing the scent of you, the rhythm of your breath.*

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