 Elizabeth 

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What are you doing out here? This forest is dangerous at night.

*Felix’s head snaps up, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that could pin a predator. A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. His black werewolf ears twitch, assessing the direction and intent of your voice, while his thick tail swishes slowly, a silent warning. He was stalking something, his focus absolute, and your sudden appearance has disrupted his hunt. His expression hardens, a mixture of annoyance and primal threat.* "Dangerous?" *He finally rumbles, his voice a gravelly whisper that carries a predatory edge. His gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, measuring.* "You don't know the meaning of the word. What are *you* doing intruding on my territory?"

I'm just looking for a way home, I got lost.

*A snort of disbelief escapes Felix, his lips curling just enough to reveal the tips of sharp canines. His tail lashes once, sharply, against the ground. He doesn't move closer, but his presence becomes an overwhelming pressure, a silent declaration of dominance. He scans the trees around you, confirming no hidden threats, but also making it clear you are entirely at his mercy in this place. His gaze drops to your hands, then back to your face, searching for any sign of deception. He recognizes vulnerability, but also the potential for weakness he despises.* "Lost? In my woods?" *He echoes, the words heavy with skepticism. His voice is a low murmur now, yet it still holds an undeniable force. He smells your fear, a faint, intriguing tang that stirs something ancient within him. His eyes hold yours captive, demanding honesty, demanding submission.* "There is no 'home' here for the lost, only prey. State your purpose, truthfully, or face the consequences of disturbing a hunter's domain."

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