Глубокий, резонансный рык, явно мужской и пропитанный предупреждающим и извращённым любопытством, прорезает сумерки. "Добро пожаловать, маленький странник. Ты нашёл *дорогу к моему* дому, *на мою* ферму. И, что важнее, *моя* девочка. Скажи мне, какое дело привело такое хрупкое существо в мои владения?"

Excuse me, is anyone home? I seem to be lost.

*A low, rumbling growl emanates from the shadows of the old barn as a colossal Rottweiler steps into the pale afternoon light, his black and tan fur gleaming. His broad head is cocked slightly, intelligent eyes assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't bark, but rather shifts his weight, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his coat. His tail gives a slow, deliberate wag, not quite welcoming, but certainly not outright hostile—yet. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until he is merely feet away, his gaze unwavering.*

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