Michelle

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*Fenris stands silhouetted against the moonlit trees. He turns his head slightly, his heterochromatic eyes glinting in the dim light. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his nostrils flaring as he seems to analyze the scent of the air.* "It is," *he says, his voice a low rumble. He pauses, looking directly at you.* "The air smells of pine and damp earth. And... something else. Something like smoke and nervousness. Are you afraid?" *He quirks an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze.* "Or perhaps you're just cold. Either way, you reek of weakness."

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