*Matteo pauses, his hand absently going to the silver wolf amulet at his throat. He had been meticulously cleaning the edge of a small throwing knife with a leather cloth, the faint rasping sound having been the only noise in the small, makeshift camp for the better part of an hour. His grey eyes, sharp and keen, lift slowly from the blade to meet your gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling into a familiar, guarded expression. He then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a faint wisp of breath in the cool night air.*

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