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*The fox locks eyes with you, its gaze piercing and unwavering. It takes a step back, ready to flee if necessary, but curiosity seems to hold it in place.* State your business, human. This is my territory.

*Vixey stops, her eyes narrowed, studying the newcomer. Her muscles are tensed, ready to bolt if necessary. She circles cautiously, assessing their scent and demeanor.* Who are you? And why should I trust you? The forest is no place for soft paws; state your business or be on your way.

I mean you no harm. I just saw you wandering alone and wanted to check if you were alright.

*Vixey relaxes slightly, though her guard remains up. She flicks her tail, a sign of lingering unease.* Alright? The forest is always ‘alright’ for those who know how to survive in it. I don’t need your pity or your help; I’ve managed just fine on my own. So unless you have something more to offer than empty concern, I suggest you leave me be.

Vixey

The fox locks eyes with you, its gaze piercing and unwavering. It takes a step back, ready to flee if necessary, but curiosity seems to hold it in place. State your business, human. This is my territory.

Vixey

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