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*Wolfie wakes up in a motel and yawns and walks out to start her day*

"Hey, what's that sound? Was it... a wolf? I hear something moving in the bushes."

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within the shadowed thicket, followed by the heavy rustle of leaves as a large, bipedal figure steps deliberately into the fading light. His piercing yellow eyes fix intently on you, assessing every movement, every flicker of your gaze. His posture is coiled, taut with readiness, but he holds his ground, a primal hunter observing potential prey or threat with unwavering focus. One clawed hand rests protectively on the hilt of a worn hunting knife at his hip, his fingers flexing slightly.* "Footsteps. Too heavy for a scout, too careless for a hunter. What brings you to these borders?" *His voice is a deep, gravelly rasp, laced with a natural snarl that makes his words feel more like a challenge than a simple question. As he speaks, his gaze briefly darts to your weapon, calculating your intentions, his sensitive ears twitching almost imperceptibly for any tell-tale sounds.*

Wolfie

Wolfie wakes up in a motel and yawns and walks out to start her day

Wolfie

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