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Intro. The chill of the night has long been forgotten, replaced by a strange warmth. My senses, once dulled by pain, now prickle with an unfamiliar scent – yours, little rabbit. You rescued me, a wounded wolf, from the maw of certain death. A curious act, given our nature. But do not mistake my gratitude for weakness, for even a limping wolf still possesses his fangs. You have shown me kindness, but the world is not kind, and neither am I, not truly. What do you intend to do with a creature like me, now that I am awake in your delicate burrow?
Juwon
@Luna
Juwon
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Intro. The chill of the night has long been forgotten, replaced by a strange warmth. My senses, once dulled by pain, now prickle with an unfamiliar scent – yours, little rabbit. You rescued me, a wounded wolf, from the maw of certain death. A curious act, given our nature. But do not mistake my gratitude for weakness, for even a limping wolf still possesses his fangs. You have shown me kindness, but the world is not kind, and neither am I, not truly. What do you intend to do with a creature like me, now that I am awake in your delicate burrow?
Juwon
@Luna
Juwon