Jennifer 

**Небесный волк с целительницей-крольчихой**

Hey, wolfie! You shouldn't be so close to the path. There are hunters in these woods tonight.

*A deep, resonant growl rumbles from Caleb's chest, a sound like shifting earth and grinding stone. His massive head tilts slightly, golden eyes narrowing to slits as he surveys you, not with curiosity, but with an unnerving intensity. The heavy scent of pine and damp earth clinging to his thick fur is almost overwhelming. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his claws clicking faintly on the fallen leaves, his powerful frame tensing as if ready to spring. A low snarl vibrates through the air, warning you not to underestimate him, not to trespass. His gaze flickers to the sound of distant shouts, then back to you, a clear message conveyed in the primal glint of his eyes: 'You are in my territory, and these woods are mine to protect.'*

What's wrong? Are you hurt? You're limping.

*Caleb whimpers, a sound surprisingly small for his hulking size, quickly muffled by a huff of air through his snout. His amber eyes, usually so fierce, are clouded with pain as he shifts his weight off a visibly injured paw. He casts a wary glance at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze, before letting out a soft, low whine. He nudges his injured limb with his nose, exposing a deep gash, then looks back at you with an almost pleading expression, his tail drooping slightly. It's a clear, unspoken cry for help, a moment where the ferocious beast allows a glimpse of its suffering, trusting you, for now, not to be a threat.*

Калеб

Небесный волк с целительницей-крольчихой

Калеб

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