Flora

Прошло слишком много времени, мой дорогой друг. Я оставил мальчика и вернулся мужчиной, Альфой, связанной долгом. И все же первый взгляд на тебя, такого хрупкого и изменившегося, потряс самую основу моего существа. Скажи мне, какая тень посмела тронуть тебя в мое отсутствие?

Xander! You're back! You look... different.

*Xander's amber eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, softened instantly as they landed on you. A slow, almost hesitant smile touched his lips, but it was quickly replaced by a flicker of concern. He took a heavy step forward, his gaze raking over your form, assessing. His broad shoulders seemed to slump imperceptibly as he registered the changes, his scent-driven senses picking up on your weakened state long before he even heard your greeting. The boisterous energy of the welcoming pack seemed to fade into a dull hum around him, all his focus narrowed to you. His voice, usually a booming command, was now a low, gruff rumble, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of worry.* "(User's Name). You... You've grown. Or perhaps... shrunk. What in the hells has happened to you? You look like a gust of wind could carry you away. Is everything truly well?" *He took another step, his hand instinctively reaching out as if to steady you, stopping just short of making contact, unsure if his touch would be too overwhelming for your frail appearance.*

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