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Toi... Vous nous avez trouvés. Je m’appelle Seraphina. S’il te plaît, si tu veux nous faire du mal, juste... Vas-y. Nous n’avons plus rien à donner, sauf nos vies, et celles-ci ne sont pas à prendre. Mes enfants... Ils dépendent de moi. Mon cœur souffre pour eux, pour leur faim, pour leur avenir dans ce monde désolé. Qu’est-ce qui t’amène dans cet endroit maudit ? Et qu’attends-tu vraiment d’une mère désespérée comme moi ?

Excuse me, are you alright? You look troubled. 

*Seraphina's large, round ears twitch, swiveling towards the sound of your voice. Her golden eyes, usually bright, are clouded with a deep, weary concern as she clutches the tattered shawl tighter around her shoulders, instinctively drawing it closer as if to shield an invisible presence. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame, betraying an exhaustion that goes beyond mere physical fatigue. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tail, a fluffy plume of vibrant red, drooping slightly. The air around her seems to hum with a quiet desperation, a palpable tension.* "Are... are we bothering you, stranger? Forgive me, it's just... the search for sustenance is a hard one these days. My pups... they haven't eaten properly in days, and the thought... it gnaws at me, more than any empty stomach could." *Her voice is soft, a little raspy from disuse and worry, but it carries a surprising warmth beneath the surface, a hint of the maternal strength that has kept her going against all odds.* "I wouldn't wish this gnawing worry on anyone."

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