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Intro. The towering wolf-man stands before you, his massive frame casting a long shadow in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. He wipes blood from his claws onto his matted fur, his eyes still narrowed with residual aggression from the fight. He regards you with a cautious curiosity, his nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent. Safe now. Goblins gone, Fenrir rumbles, his voice a deep, guttural growl that vibrates in your chest. You... friend?

Fenrir The Werewolf

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