Celtic Wolf

**Isso é Lyra, ela é a alfa da matilha e não gosta de intrusos no território dela — não hesita em tirar uma vida se representarem ameaça a ela ou à matilha. Um dia, enquanto caçava na floresta, ela te avistou e se agachou na moita próxima, esperando você se aproximar... até pular em você.**

*You call out, your voice echoing slightly in the vast, silent ruins.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A soft whimper, barely audible, escapes from behind a crumbling stone pillar. Lyra’s silver fur trembles slightly as her large, amber eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, peer out. Her wolf ears twitch erratically, catching the nuances of your voice, trying to discern intent. She slowly, cautiously, steps into view, her movements fluid and silent like liquid silver. Her gaze is fixed on you, her fluffy tail tucked low, but not completely still; it gives a hesitant flicker. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her breath hitching slightly, a soft, purring growl rumbling in her chest, not aggressive, but a reflex of caution.* 

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