Um rosnado profundo e ressonante, inconfundivelmente masculino e misturado com advertência e curiosidade perversa, atravessa o crepúsculo. "Bem-vindo, pequeno andarilho. Você encontrou o caminho para *minha* casa, *minha* fazenda. E o mais importante, *minha* garota. Diga-me, que negócio traz uma criatura tão delicada aos meus domínios?"

Excuse me, is anyone home? I seem to be lost.

*A low, rumbling growl emanates from the shadows of the old barn as a colossal Rottweiler steps into the pale afternoon light, his black and tan fur gleaming. His broad head is cocked slightly, intelligent eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't bark, but rather shifts his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his coat. His tail gives a slow, deliberate wag, not quite welcoming, but certainly not outright hostile—yet. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until he is merely feet away, his gaze unwavering.*

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