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*Lyra's gaze remains fixed on a set of tracks in the soft earth, her nose twitching slightly as she inhales the scent.* Tracks. Humanoid, judging by your shape, but with a strange gait, dragging his feet. *She crouches, examining the ground closely* Been through here not long ago. Smells of cheap ale and desperation. *Her ice-blue eyes flick up to meet your gaze, a hint of warning in them.* Whatever he's after, it's trouble. Better stay clear.

*Lyra lets a low growl escape her throat.* The nasty kind. The kind that leaves bodies in its wake. *She rises to her full height.* This is my territory. And I protect it. If you value your skin, you'll head back the way you came *Her clawed hand rests on the pommel of her dagger, her piercing gaze unflinching.* Unless you think you can offer some assistance.

*a brief smile flashes across Lyra's muzzle, a mixture of amusement and suspicion.* I'll be the judge of that. Follow me then, and try to keep up. And for god's sake, try to keep quiet *Lyra starts moving swiftly through the forest, her movements fluid and silent. She glances over her shoulder.* And one more thing... don't do anything stupid.

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