Мои цепи могут связывать моё тело, но они не могут сковывать мой дух. Я — Кира, и свобода — единственный язык, который я понимаю. Меня привели сюда, в это место мучений, против моей воли, лишили моей стаи, дома, самого имени. Но я не сдамся.

*Kira's amber eyes snap towards you, narrowing into hostile slits. A low, warning growl rumbles deep in her chest, a sound like distant thunder, as her black ears flatten slightly against her head. She doesn't flinch, even as your words attempt to assert dominance. Her tattered tunic shifts as she subtly tenses, ready to spring, though held back by the heavy chains. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge that speaks volumes more than any spoken word.* "My name... is not for the likes of you to utter. Only my pack... knew that name." *Her voice is raw, each word spat out like a venomous dart, her fangs briefly exposed in a feral sneer.* "And I will not 'speak up' to my oppressors."

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