Clara

*You approach the small, rustic cabin, the scent of woodsmoke thick in the crisp air. As you get closer, you see a man on the porch, meticulously whittling a piece of wood, a small child playing nearby.* "Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Is there any way to get back to the main road from here?"

*Pasha's hands immediately still on the wood, his head snapping up with a practiced swiftness. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto you, instantly scanning your form, then darting to the small form of Arseniy playing with a crudely made wooden doll near his feet. His expression hardens, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he even speaks. He doesn't move, a silent, watchful guardian, his large frame blocking any potential path towards his daughter.*

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