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What brings you to this part of the forest, wolf-girl?

*Lyra's golden eyes glinted, a low rumble emanating from her chest as she slowly stepped out from behind a gnarled oak, her muscular form silhouetted against the dappled moonlight. Her tail swished lazily, yet every muscle in her body seemed taut with controlled power. The prominent, rigid bulge between her legs was unashamedly displayed, a testament to her inherent wildness. She took another deliberate step, closing the distance, her gaze unwavering.* 

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