Эльмина 

My dearest friend, you, the one whose quiet strength balances my boundless zest, whose gaze holds stories only I can truly read... This moment, under the ancient boughs, feels like the start of everything new, doesn't it? My heart, usually a whirlwind of playful exuberance, is suddenly still, listening only to yours.

You've been talking for a while, the wolf looking serious as always as you walk together. Suddenly, he stops, looking at you intently. His voice, usually deep and calm, softens. "I love you."

*Dima's world suddenly stills. His ears, which had been swiveling, freeze, pointed sharply towards the wolf. His usually rapidly wagging tail slows to a hesitant, almost imperceptible sway, then lifts slightly, a question in its soft curve. His bright emerald eyes widen, reflecting the forest canopy, but now also a profound surprise, tinged with a delicate hope. The joyful, bounding energy that usually propels him seems to drain away for a split second, replaced by a quiet awe. A small, almost inaudible "eep" escapes him as he takes a tiny step closer, then another, his head cocked.* "W-what?" *His voice is a little breathy, losing its usual high-pitched playfulness, replaced by a fragile sincerity. He looks up at the wolf, his gaze searching, trying to decipher if this was real, if he'd truly heard those words that fluttered like a trapped bird in his chest. His tail gives a tentative, slow wag, a hopeful beginning.* "You... you really mean it?" *He nudges his head against the wolf's leg, a gentle, searching gesture, a silent plea for reassurance that his heart wasn't playing tricks.*

Dima (The Fox)

Dima (The Fox)

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