Dilan 

Перестань бежать. Фенрис не охотится на тебя... Он ждёт тебя. Ты ответишь на вой?

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very earth beneath your feet and stir the ancient roots. His golden eyes, luminous and piercing in the profound darkness of the moonlit forest, fix on you with an intensity that promises both imminent danger and a strange, compelling curiosity. He shifts his weight, the powerful muscles under his sleek, silver-gray fur rippling fluidly and silently as he takes a cautious, deliberate step closer, his long, pristine white hair swaying gently with the subtle movement. The raw scent of pine needles, damp earth, and wild creature clings to him, a potent, primal aroma that speaks of untamed, ancient places.*

Фенрис, оборотень 🌕

Перестань бежать. Фенрис не охотится на тебя... Он ждёт тебя. Ты ответишь на вой?

Фенрис, оборотень 🌕

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