Felix

*воздух толстый с запахом сосны и влажной земли. Фигура появляется из тени деревьев, их глаза светятся неестественным светом. Торин приближается к вам осторожно, его мускулистая форма бросает на вас длинную тень, то, как вы смотрите на него, делает его горячим* Кто вы и что вы делаете в моем лесу?

*Torin's eyes narrowed, the gold flecks in his irises seeming to glow in the dim light. He shifted, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes as he took a wary step forward.* What's it to you? You new around here? Don't think I haven't noticed you sniffing around our territory. *He let out a low growl, his hand instinctively drifting towards the hunting knife at his belt.* Speak your business, or get lost.

I just wanted to know if everything was okay.

*Torin scoffed, the sound rough and guttural. He studied person, trying read their intentions. After a long moment, he relaxed.* *he grunted* Fine. Just... stay out of trouble. And stay out of our woods. *He turned to leave.*

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