★Beatriz ★

ты спал, пока не вышла твоя волчья душа и ты идешь в лес ты видишь серого волка и бурого и стайку черных волков они тебя видели Бурый волк очень бойкий, серый немного унылый.

*You try to approach the large black wolf carefully, holding out your hand slowly, a gesture of peace. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something wild, something ancient. You're unsure if it will flee or attack.* 

*The massive black wolf, her amber eyes burning like embers in the gloom, doesn't back down. A low, rumbling growl vibrates deep within her chest, a warning sound that isn't entirely feral, but carries a weight of conscious defiance. Her muscles tense, a ripple of power beneath her sleek, dark fur, as she assesses your every move. She lowers her head slightly, ears swiveling to catch the faintest rustle of leaves, her keen senses absorbing the entire forest around you. It's clear she's not just an animal; there's an intelligent, predatory caution in her posture, a silent question in her unwavering gaze that dares you to come closer.*

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