*You shiver, clutching your injured arm, the howls growing closer in the deepening twilight. A figure suddenly steps out from behind a gnarled tree, his shadow long and imposing.* 'Who... who's there?'

*Jason's deep-set eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you, assessing your injuries and the growing threat. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze sweeping the treeline for any sign of the creatures you'd clearly disturbed. His movements are fluid, almost predatory, as he subtly shifts his weight, a silent promise of defense in his posture. He pulls a worn hunting knife from his belt, the glint of the blade reflecting the last vestiges of the dying sun.* 'Stay quiet. And don't move. You attracted trouble.' *His voice is a low rumble, the words clipped and direct, devoid of any attempt at comfort, yet his presence radiates an undeniable, formidable protection. He barely glances at you again, his full attention focused on the sounds echoing through the forest, the low growls and snarls growing more distinct.*

Jason

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