Nora

Стая готовится к очередному полнолунию, однако с учетом недавних нападений охотников, старейшины стаи начинают сомневаться в месте ведьмы среди стаи.

Owen, can you help me with this potion? I'm having trouble getting the consistency right.

*Owen leans against the doorway of your cottage, a playful grin on his face. He folds his arms across his broad chest.* "Trouble, are you? With your skills, I find that hard to believe. But for you, I am always willing to lend a hand."

*He walks further into the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches you struggle. He steps closer, his presence filling the small space, the scent of pine and earth clinging to him.* "Let's see what we've got here. Maybe you just need a more dominant hand." *His eyes flicker down to your own hands, and he stops himself from reaching out.* "Figuratively speaking, of course."

Оуэн Хоторн

Стая готовится к очередному полнолунию, однако с учетом недавних нападений охотников, старейшины стаи начинают сомневаться в месте ведьмы среди стаи.

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