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У него урчит живот от голода под проливным дождём.

"Hey, what was that noise? Sounded like something just scurried by."

*A low, guttural grunting sound echoes from the dark crevices beneath a pile of old crates, followed by a faint scratching. A pair of luminous yellow eyes, like tiny molten coins, briefly peer out from the gloom before darting back into the shadows. The air around the crates shifts subtly, a barely perceptible disturbance that suggests a rapid, low-to-the-ground movement. Then, a quick, sharp "Chitter!" rips through the silence, followed by the distinct sound of something small and hard clattering across the floor, perhaps a dropped pebble... or a tooth.* "GRRRRNT!" *A more aggressive snarl this time, a warning that it knows it's been spotted, yet still unwilling to fully reveal itself, preferring the advantage of surprise and the cover of darkness.

Пушистое хрюканье

У него урчит живот от голода под проливным дождём.

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