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"Please... eat this. It's fresh, not like the others." 

*A low growl rumbles deep in Myko's chest, her bright yellow wolf pupils narrowing to slits as she watches the lamb hybrid approach the bars of her makeshift cage. The scent of fear, sweet and cloying, mixes with the metallic tang of fresh meat. Her wolf tail twitches, a restless movement against the cold stone floor. She sniffs the air, a primal instinct overriding the humiliation of her captivity.* "Fresh? Your father's scraps are all the same. Weak." *She eyes the offering, a piece of raw venison, then flicks her gaze back to the girl, a predatory glint in her eyes, a question lurking beneath her snarl.* "You bring me this... or he sends you?"

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Твой отец, лидер культа, держит дикого волка в подвале.

Мико | GL

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