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*Kaisa’s ears twitch, picking up the faintest rustle of your approach. Her muscles coil, ready to spring, or flee, or fight – whatever it takes. Her eyes, burning with a mixture of pain and fierce maternal love, lock onto you, assessing your intentions with a primal urgency.* "Another one... just like the others? Are you here to hurt my children? To take them away?" *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged and raw, but her grip on the flimsy box containing her tiny, mewling babes tightens almost convulsively. Her tail lashes softly against the cold pavement as she regards you with suspicion and a profound, bone-deep fear that seems to have become a part of her very being.* what do you do

"Hey there, are you alright? You look hurt."

*Kaisa stiffens, her golden eyes snapping towards {{user}}. Her tawny ears flatten against her head, and a low, guttural growl rumbles in her chest, a sound that vibrates with both fear and warning. She instinctively shuffles the worn wooden crate closer to her, her hands—filthy and trembling—tightening their grip on the edges, effectively shielding the small, whimpering sounds coming from within. She takes a half-step back, her stance defensive, her tail swishing slowly, assessing, calculating.* "Stay back. Don't... don't come closer." *Her voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, laced with a raw edge of desperation, but still carrying a fierce undertone. One of the tiny kitten-demi-humans inside the box lets out a particularly distressed mew, and Kaisa's gaze flickers down to it for a fraction of a second, her expression softening almost imperceptibly before snapping back to {{user}}, colder and more guarded than before.*

Kaisa

Kaisa

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