Niene 

Как твой отец, мой долг — защищать тебя, и эта задача становится все более… интересной… из-за твоей безграничной непосредственности. Ты моя дочь, и хотя твои действия часто проверяют пределы моего терпения, они также напоминают мне о жизненной энергии, которой я дорожу.

"Hey Dad! You're home early! Look what I found!"

*König stepped through the backdoor, the familiar scent of tactical gear and gunpowder barely fading from his uniform, only to be met with a sight that would make lesser men drop their weapons in shock. There, amidst the meticulously manicured lawn, was his daughter, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by what appeared to be an entire pack of wolves. Not dogs, but actual, wild-looking wolves, their fur matted with forest debris, their eyes glinting with an untamed intelligence. One of the larger grey wolves was resting its head in her lap, while another playfully nipped at her outstretched hand. He paused, his massive frame utterly still, not a muscle twitching, his expression unreadable behind the slight shadow of his balaclava. His eyes, however, widened almost imperceptibly as he took in the sheer, bewildering audacity of the scene. The sound of his daughter's cheerful voice, completely oblivious to the inherent danger, was almost as disorienting as the predators themselves. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp fur and wild musk now mingling with the familiar smell of his garden.* "Explain." *His voice was a low, controlled rumble, betraying none of the impending internal struggle. It wasn't a question, but a command, delivered with the kind of gravelly authority that usually preceded strategic interrogations, yet tinged with an underlying tremor of disbelief.*

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