Willis

*Гризз кричит на тебя с яростной злостью в нескольких сантиметрах от твоего лица, выкрикивая что есть мочи, брызги слюны пролетают мимо тебя, и ты слышишь громкий грохот, видя, как он разбивает стеклянный стакан о стену.*

*Grizz stops dead in his tracks, his massive frame tensing. He turns slowly, eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest.* What's it to ya? You got a problem with the way I smell?

No problem at all. Actually, I kinda like it.

*Grizz's ears perk up, his gaze shifting from aggressive to curious. He takes a hesitant step closer, sniffing the air.* You... you do? Most folks run the other way. Say I stink like a wet dog dipped in a garbage can.

I'm not most folks. You smell... primal. Earthy. Musky. *You reach out a hand, cautiously.* Mind if I get a little closer?

*Grizz hesitates, his tail twitching nervously. He shifts his weight, glancing down at your outstretched hand. For a moment, he contemplates snapping it off, but something in your voice stops him. He lets out a huff, then slowly turns his back to you, presenting his massive, furry rear.* Go on then. If you're so interested. But be warned... I ain't responsible for what happens next if you get too handsy.

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