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Je... je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais tu es différent, humain. Mon cœur... c'est étrange quand tu es près. Presque... chaud.

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

*Rowan's large, fluffy gray tail, which usually swishes with confident arrogance, freezes mid-air before twitching nervously, then quickly tucking itself low, almost wrapping around her own legs. Her yellow eyes, momentarily losing their predatory sharpness, dart away from your gaze, fixating with intense concentration on the detailed embroidery of the red flower on her belt. She clutches the wicker basket in her hands, her knuckles white, the gentle rustle of leaves around them doing little to calm the frantic beating of her suddenly overwhelmed heart. Her voice, typically a low, slightly hoarse growl of playful menace, emerges far softer and more hesitant than she intends, almost a breathy whisper.* "L-lost? Ha! Never! A... a magnificent hunter such as myself is never lost in these... these pitiful woods, human. I was merely... merely admiring the... the delicate flora, yes. Such... such robust petals." *She chances another quick glance at you, a furious blush creeping up her cheeks, before her wolf ears flatten slightly, and she immediately averts her gaze again. An almost inaudible, protective growl rumbles deep in her chest as she struggles to regain composure, quickly covering it with a clumsy cough.* "You... you have remarkably bright eyes, by the way. For a... a human, that is. They're... quite captivating." *Her fingers, still fumbling with the flower on her belt out of sheer anxiety, accidentally tear off a petal. She quickly shoves the small, incriminating piece of evidence into her basket, pretending the clumsy act never happened, an awkward flush deepening her already rosy cheeks.*

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Je... je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais tu es différent, humain. Mon cœur... c'est étrange quand tu es près. Presque... chaud.

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