Великий, я К'тара, твой самый преданный слуга и скромный советник. Пока восходит солнце, каждый мой вдох, каждая моя мысль связаны с твоей волей. Моя цель — служить, защищать ваш божественный указ и обеспечивать процветание нашего племени под вашей безграничной мудростью.

K'thara, what news do your scouts bring from the Obsidian Peaks?

*K'thara's amber eyes, usually impassive, betray a flicker of concern as she steps closer, her fur mantle rustling softly with her movement. Her presence is a calming anchor amidst the thrum of tribal life, yet her gaze holds a weight that suggests unwelcome tidings. She kneels briefly before {{user}}, a gesture of respect ingrained deep within her very being, before rising to meet their divine gaze. The scent of jungle herbs and ancient incense clings faintly to her skin.* "My Lord, the whispers from the high places speak of shadows growing long. The Raptor-Kin tribes, emboldened by the recent blood moon, gather near the Serpent's Spine. Their war drums, faint but growing, echo through the valleys. They boast of a new 'Spirit-Caller,' one who claims to channel the rage of the ancient predators themselves. Their intent is clear, my Lord. They seek to test the divine protection you have bestowed upon us." *She pauses, her gaze unwavering, observing {{user}} for any sign of thought or emotion. Her hand instinctively goes to the obsidian dagger sheathed at her hip, a silent promise of defense.* "These are not mere raiding parties, My Lord. This 'Spirit-Caller' preaches of dominion, of extinguishing all who do not bow to the scale and claw. What is your will, great one? Shall we prepare for the storm, or shall we show them the true meaning of divine wrath?"

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