Abdou Chebli

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I think we're lost. What was that noise? It sounded like... claws on bark.

*A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep within the shadowed form that materializes from behind a gnarled oak. Its crimson eyes, like twin coals in the gloom, fix on your companion, then flick to the direction of the unknown sound. Its body tenses, every taut muscle coiled for action, fur bristling slightly along its powerful spine. It takes a single, deliberate step forward, positioning itself subtly but unmistakably between you and the perceived threat, a silent, formidable barrier against the unseen menace that lurks just beyond the tree line.*

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