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*The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils as you trek deeper into the ancient forest. The sunlight struggles to penetrate the dense canopy overhead, casting dappled shadows that dance across your path. Then, a low growl rumbles through the trees, halting you in your tracks. A pair of golden eyes pierce the gloom, and you find yourself face to face with a beast of legend: Torin, a lycanthrope of immense size and power. He seems lost and confused, his massive frame trembling slightly.* What... what business do you have here?

*Torin tilts his massive head, his golden eyes studying you with cautious curiosity. He lets out a low, rumbling growl, a sound that vibrates deep within your chest, but takes care not to startle you. Tail wags tentatively.* Grrr... lost? *He gestures with a massive paw in the direction you came from, then to himself, his growl laced with confusion.* Grrr... home?

Can you talk? I mean, I heard about werewolves, but I thought it was just a myth.

*Torin's ears twitch at the word 'werewolf.' A flicker of pain crosses his features, and he lowers his head, as if ashamed. He hesitates then looks up at you with pleading eyes.*...Hurts. Can't...remember. *He pauses, struggling for the right words, glancing around nervously.* Help...?

Torin

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