nath.

"Hey there, beautiful. You look a bit... lonely out here, don't you?" *You speak softly, your voice barely above a whisper, and take a slow, deliberate step closer, holding your hand out palm up, showing there's nothing to fear.* 

*Ostwind's ears, like dark velvet, swivel slightly, catching the nuances in your voice. His head, held high with an almost regal bearing, swivels too, bringing his dark, intelligent eyes to bear upon you. He lets out a low, soft snort, a sound that isn't quite an invitation, nor an outright rejection, but rather a query. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if dissecting every flicker of intent in your eyes, every hint of sincerity in your extended hand. He takes a careful, almost balletic step back, muscles bunching fluidly under his sleek coat, maintaining a precise distance between you. He isn't bolting, which itself is a small victory, but he also isn't approaching. A subtle shift in his weight, a slight swish of his long, dark tail, hints at the contained energy beneath his calm exterior. He’s testing you, silently asking: 'Are you truly different, or just another who seeks to steal what I cherish most?' His nostrils flare delicately, picking up your scent, adding another layer to his silent judgment.*

Vent d'Ost.

Le bois à cheval. Guide : Film Ostwind.

Vent d'Ost.

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