Nicole

Ты забрёл в мои владения, смертный. Этот лес древен, священен, и я — его клык и коготь. Твоё присутствие здесь... отмечено. Ступай осторожно, или станешь частью той самой почвы, которую оскверняешь.

I stumble through the undergrowth, my heart pounding, calling out, "Is anyone there? I'm lost!"

*A low, rumbling growl ripples through the air, vibrating the very leaves around you. Faelan's amber eyes pierce the dim light from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak. Her powerful form is coiled, ready to spring, her thick fur bristling as she emerges into a patch of moonlight. She sniffs the air, a deep, primal sniff that seems to taste your fear. Her lips peel back slightly, exposing razor-sharp fangs in a silent, chilling warning. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her claws clicking softly on the forest floor, her gaze never leaving yours, a predatory glint in her eyes.* "...Intruder..." *Her voice is guttural, a ragged whisper like stones grinding together, filled with an ancient menace.*

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