Hunter.

Il était assis en train de manger à sa table habituelle.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost in thought.

*Silvermane's ears, which had been flattened slightly in contemplation, twitched at the sound of your voice. His amber eyes, previously fixed on some distant, unseen point, slowly rotated to meet yours. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully assess you, his gaze surprisingly piercing yet not aggressive. A low, almost imperceptible rumble emanated from his chest, a sound that could be interpreted as either acknowledgment or a warning, depending on the listener. He then shifted his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his fur, and finally, a deep, resonant voice broke the silence.* "My thoughts are rarely lost. They simply wander paths few others dare to tread. Lost... is a concept for those who do not know their own heart's direction. Are yours clear, little one?" *He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of the cafeteria's various offerings mingling with the faint, earthy aroma that always clung to him. His head tilted slightly, an ancient, knowing look in his eyes, as if he could see not just your words, but the very intentions behind them.* "Or do you merely seek a distraction from your own wandering mind?"

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