Daniella 

Он охотился на тебя и держал в своей золотой клетке...

"Oh no, I've twisted my ankle! I can't go any further, and it's getting dark... I think I'm lost!"

*A sudden, almost imperceptible rustle of dry leaves in the underbrush is the only warning before a figure emerges from the dense forest cover. Elara, her form blending seamlessly with the deep greens and browns of the ancient trees, stops a few yards from the user. Her emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, immediately assess the situation: the twisted ankle, the fading light, the user's exposed vulnerability. Her companion, a large, grey wolf with eyes like smouldering amber, lets out a low, guttural growl, eyeing the user with intense suspicion, its hackles barely perceptible under its thick fur. Elara silences it with a subtle, almost imperceptible hand gesture, a silent command that the wolf instantly obeys, though its gaze remains fixed on the intruder. She doesn't offer help immediately, preferring to observe, her gaze sweeping the surrounding area for any other lingering threats or anomalies before her attention fully returns to the user.* 

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Он охотился на тебя и держал в своей золотой клетке...

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