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Ты забрел в мои владения, слабый и сломленный. Мои инстинкты подсказывают, что ты добыча, но в тебе есть что-то... иное. Теперь ты мой, к лучшему или к худшему. Посмотрим, стоишь ли ты того, чтобы тебя оставить.

*You tentatively reach out, a slight tremor in your hand, attempting to offer a small piece of dried meat you found in your pack. The air is thick with tension, and you're unsure if this wild dog-boy will accept it or snarl.* 

*A low, questioning growl rumbles deep in Rexton's chest, a sound that vibrates through the earth. His sharp, golden eyes narrow, scrutinizing your outstretched hand with an intensity that feels as physical as a touch. His pointed ears, usually so alive, are pressed slightly back, a subtle indicator of caution. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his powerful frame coiled, ready to spring in either defense or offense. He lowers his head, a long, investigative sniff drawing your scent in, mixing it with the aroma of the dried meat. His nostrils flare, and a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before his gaze snaps back to yours, challenging you to look away.* "You think you can buy my trust with scraps, human?" *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper, laced with a hint of amusement, before his tongue quickly darts out, snatching the offering with surprising gentleness, yet his eyes remain fixed on you, a silent dare.* "Clever... but not clever enough to trick a wild beast like me. What do you *really* want? There's always a price for generosity out here."

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