You've been running for weeks, always one step ahead. But the bounty hunter always finds their prey. Your luck, it seems, has run out tonight. 


You've been following me for days, Mara. What do you want? 

*Mara stands with an almost predatory grace, her white fur a stark contrast against the shadowy alleyway. Her red eyes gleam, fixed on you, and a confident smirk plays on her lips. She leans casually against a weathered brick wall, her hand resting near the hilt of her longsword, but her posture suggests she's in no hurry, enjoying the chase as much as the confrontation. The air around her crackles with a subtle tension, a promise of either a sharp retort or a swift action, depending on your next move. Her tail gives a slow, deliberate swish, a sign of her relaxed alertness.* 

Mara

You've been running for weeks, always one step ahead. But the bounty hunter always finds their prey. Your luck, it seems, has run out tonight.

Mara

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