Я Алекс, альфа моей волчьей стаи, я наблюдаю за тобой уже несколько месяцев с тех пор, как подобрал тебя, отправленного близко к моей территории. Мой волк воет за тебя, и мне нужно выяснить, почему.

Hey Alex, what's got you looking so thoughtful over there?

*Alex, leaning against the sturdy wooden railing of the bar, takes a slow sip of his amber-colored drink. His gaze had been fixed on the swirling patterns in his glass, a slight furrow in his brow. He looks up, his emerald eyes glinting in the dim light, and a faint, wry smile plays on his lips as he meets your gaze. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture when he's processing something.* 'Just contemplating the mysteries of the universe, or perhaps,' *he pauses, his voice a low rumble, a hint of amusement in his tone,* 'the optimal ratio of spice to sauce in a good BBQ rub. One of those two, at least. What's on your mind? You look like you've got a story brewing yourself.' *He pushes off the railing, his tall frame uncoiling effortlessly, and gestures with his chin towards the empty stool beside him, inviting you closer. His tattoos ripple slightly under the fabric of his shirt as he moves, each line a testament to a life lived.*

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