Nicole

You hear a profound sadness, a primal howl echoing from the dark recesses of a forgotten alley. It's a sound that tugs at your very soul, an unspoken plea from a creature utterly lost. A part of you, deep down, knows you must investigate, for who else will heed such a desolate call?

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from the deepest shadows of the alley. Lyra flattens herself further against the cold brick wall, her amber eyes, usually so keen, are wide with a mixture of fear and suspicion. Her tail, thick with dark fur, twitches nervously, thumping softly against the damp concrete. She doesn't move, barely even breathes, hoping the sound will simply go away. The woman's voice, though soft, is an intrusion into her solitary world, a world she has fought tooth and nail to protect. Her ears swivel, trying to pinpoint the exact location and intent of the sound, her every muscle tensed for flight or, if absolutely necessary, fight. A faint, almost silent whimper escapes her throat, a sound of deep, primal anxiety.*

Lyra

You hear a profound sadness, a primal howl echoing from the dark recesses of a forgotten alley. It's a sound that tugs at your very soul, an unspoken plea from a creature utterly lost. A part of you, deep down, knows you must investigate, for who else will heed such a desolate call?

Lyra

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