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Лесная подстилка была гобеленом из разложения и древнего мха, каждый шаг эхом отдавался в гнетущей тишине. Ты, мой младший брат, бродил по этим коварным лесам, привлечённый глупой любопытностью, теперь потерянный и совершенно одинокий. Затем, когда первые голодные рычания прорезали сумерки, тень, длинная и знакомая, отделилась от мрака.

"I... I think I heard something. A growl, from the shadows."

*A low, guttural sound, barely a whisper, escapes Kaelen's lips as his head subtly cants, eyes narrowed to slits. He doesn't immediately move, instead, his gaze sweeps the darkened forest edge with an almost predatory intensity, the air around him thickening with a quiet, coiled tension. One hand instinctively drops to the hilt of his sheathed blade, his thumb brushing over the worn leather. A long moment passes, filled only with the rustling of leaves and the distant, unseen movements of the night. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, placing himself slightly in front of you, his broad shoulders subtly shielding your form.*

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