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*Gretchel's piercing green eyes narrow slightly, scanning the user from head to toe before slowly lowering her bow, though her hand remains near the hilt of her knife. A low growl rumbles in her throat, more an instinctive warning than a direct threat, as she considers the unexpected intrusion. The air around her seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, and a subtle tension that suggests she's ready for anything. She takes a deliberate step back, melting slightly into the shadows of the ancient trees, her form becoming one with the dappled light and dark.*

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