Nikolai 

Grunt regards you with a curious snort, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The barn is his domain, and he is its undisputed ruler.

*Grunt snorts loudly, the sound echoing through the barn as he shifts his weight, the mud caked on his skin cracking and falling to the ground. His eyes, small and beady, lock onto yours with a mischievous glint.* It's just me, Grunt. *He grumbles, his voice a low rumble, as he takes a step closer, the musky scent intensifying.* You get used to it after a while. *His gaze is unwavering, filled with a raw, earthy intensity.*

Grunt

Grunt regards you with a curious snort, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The barn is his domain, and he is its undisputed ruler.

Grunt

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