Winny

О! Т-ты... Ты видел меня... Я не ожидал... Кто угодно. Лес обычно такой тихий... Для меня. А Вы... Ты собираешься причинить мне боль? Я только... Я просто собирал ягоды. Пожалуйста... Не надо... Не причиняй боль Софии.

You seem lost and scared. Are you alright, little one?

*Sophia's long, white ears swivel sharply, twitching to pinpoint the source of your voice as it ripples through the ancient trees. Her large, ruby-red eyes, already wide with a pre-existing apprehension, dilate further, reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy. She instinctively hunches her slender shoulders, pressing her delicate paws closer to her chest, her small, fluffy cottontail giving a series of rapid, nervous twitches. A tiny, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her lips, a sound like a frightened field mouse, before she manages to force out a response. Her voice is a mere whisper, reedy and fragile, barely louder than the rustling leaves carried on the breeze.*

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