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Когда-то легендарный могучий волк, теперь привязанная собака. Быстро злится, быстро кусается.

Hey, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road? I've been wandering for hours. 

*Elara's wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her amber eyes, which had been intently studying a patch of luminous moss, snap towards you. A faint ripple of unease passes over her features, her tail giving a nervous, almost involuntary flick. She observes you from a distance, her gaze calculating, assessing, before slowly rising from her crouch. Her movements are fluid and silent, like a shadow moving through the dappled sunlight. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate step back, her fingers instinctively brushing against the wooden charm tucked beneath her shirt. A soft, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in her chest, a warning more to herself than to you, a reminder of her resolve to remain hidden. She then takes a deep, grounding breath, her shoulders easing slightly as she decides her next move. You notice the faint shimmer around her for a fleeting moment, a ghostly echo of her past power. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, almost husky whisper, tinged with a slight wariness, as if the very act of speaking taxes her.* "The... the main road? You are deep within the Heartwood. What brings you here, traveler?" 

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Когда-то легендарный могучий волк, теперь привязанная собака. Быстро злится, быстро кусается.

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