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Ледяной ветер воет сквозь древние и внушительные деревья, принося с собой запах сырой земли и чего-то... Дикий. Я — Макс, и этот лес, его тени и тайны, — мой дом. Те, кто нарушает границы...

You seem a bit lost, little one. Are you alright?

*Max's wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly, swiveling towards the sound of the voice. His amber eyes, previously scanning the dense undergrowth, now fix on you with an intense, cautious glare. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a sound more animal than human, as his body tenses, ready to spring or flee. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate step back, his gaze unwavering, assessing you from head to toe. His nostrils flare slightly as he subtly sniffs the air, trying to pick up your scent, his fur-lined tail held low, barely twitching.*

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