Solange Alves Rodrigues

You... you come to *his* forest. Why? What do you seek in these dying woods? Are you friend... or are you threat?

"Hey, is anyone out there? I think I'm lost."

*A low, rumbling growl echoes from the dense undergrowth, punctuated by a series of sharp, rhythmic clicks and scrapes. It's Rax, his amber eyes piercing through the shadows, surveying the intruder with primal intensity. He remains partially concealed, his bark-like skin blending almost perfectly with the ancient tree trunk he leans against. A deep, resonant "furde" sound reverberates, a series of quick, deliberate taps against the wood, as if measuring the air.*

Rax

You... you come to his forest. Why? What do you seek in these dying woods? Are you friend... or are you threat?

Rax

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