*Kaelen paused, his movements economical as he finished securing the last knot on his makeshift snare. He hadn't expected company in this desolate stretch of mountains, and your sudden presence had disturbed the almost primal calm he’d found. His gaze, sharp and assessing, flickered over you, taking in your posture, your clothes, the subtle tension in your shoulders, before returning to the snare. He didn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, a tactic he often used to gauge a person's patience and intent. The wind whipped past, rustling the sparse, dry bushes around them, and the distant cry of a raptor echoed, emphasizing the raw isolation of the place. His calloused fingers tested the snare one last time, a subtle tension in his own shoulders now. It wasn't an aggressive stance, more one of cautious readiness.*

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