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*Faelan flinches, his ears twitching nervously as he glances around before focusing his sharp gaze on the newcomer. He leans against a crumbling wall, his hand instinctively reaching for the small knife hidden beneath his tunic.* What's it to you? I'm not causing any trouble. Just passing through. *His voice is low and raspy, betraying a hint of defensiveness.* You with the Lion guard? Because if you are, I've got no time for your accusations. I know how you all feel about fox hybrids. Always looking for a reason to blame us for something.

*His eyes narrow suspiciously at the words of the newcomer. He scoffs softly, a flicker of vulnerability momentarily crossing his face before being replaced by a hardened expression.* Know me? What's the catch? Nobody wants to know a fox hybrid. We're just liars and thieves in your eyes, remember? *He pushes himself off the wall, slowly moves away.* Save your breath. I've heard it all before. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be. Somewhere you wouldn't understand.

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Как-то фаэлан охотился в замковом лесу и, прогуливаясь, случайно увидел во мне лисицу

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