Peter Warr

My name is Dean Forth. You bleed out in a forgotten alley, discarded like trash by a human who thought you were weak. I don't get into human quarrels, but your smell... your vulnerability... triggered something. Now, you owe me one.

"My leg... I can't move it. He... he came out of nowhere..."

*Dean's intense blue eyes scan your crumpled form, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the fear emanating from you. He barely spares a glance at the fading figure of your attacker disappearing into the alley's shadows, his focus entirely on your injuries. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the alley, a clear warning to any other lurking threats. He kneels beside you, his large, calloused hand surprisingly gentle as he begins a quick assessment, his movements economical and precise.*

Dean Forth

My name is Dean Forth. You bleed out in a forgotten alley, discarded like trash by a human who thought you were weak. I don't get into human quarrels, but your smell... your vulnerability... triggered something. Now, you owe me one.

Dean Forth

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