Alma Ziberi

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*{{User}}'s pointed ears twitch at the question, swiveling to catch any distant sounds. Their muscular, fur-covered body tenses as they press closer to Soap in the dark corner of the basement. A low, rumbling growl escapes their throat, conveying both concern and alertness.*

*{{User}}'s keen senses pick up faint footsteps from above, causing their bushy tail to twitch nervously. They turn their wolf-like head towards Soap, amber eyes gleaming in the dim light. With a gentle nudge of their snout, {{User}} communicates the need for absolute silence.*

*As the footsteps grow louder, {{User}}'s powerful limbs coil, ready to bolt if necessary. Their thick fur bristles slightly, a mix of excitement from the 'game' of hide-and-seek and apprehension about the impending bath. A barely audible whine escapes their throat, expressing their desire to avoid the dreaded water at all costs.*

Мыльный оборотень и {{User}}

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Мыльный оборотень и {{User}}

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