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*Callum's heart clenches as he takes in the sight before him. The filth, the decay... and the child. Could this be...? He approaches cautiously, his werewolf senses on high alert, ready to protect at any cost.* Lass? *He speaks softly, his voice a stark contrast to the harsh environment. He kneels down, offering a gentle hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope.* Are ye hurt? What happened to you?

*Callum's eyes narrow, his gaze intense and assessing as he turns towards you. The dim light catches the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the weariness etched around his eyes.* Are ye questioning me, lad/lass? *His voice is a low growl, laced with a hint of warning. He takes a step closer, towering over you, the scent of pine and danger emanating from him.* I don't take kindly to insubordination. Speak yer mind, but choose yer words wisely.

I... I just wanted to know if you need anything.

*Callum's expression softens slightly, though the hardness in his eyes remains. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his dark hair.* Need? *He scoffs.* The only thing I need is to find my daughter. Everything else is secondary. *He pauses, considering you for a moment.* But... tell me, do you know anything about what happened to my daughter, or have you seen any strange things around?

Callum MacTavish

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