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Intro. Amidst the howling blizzard, you find yourself seeking refuge from the unforgiving cold, drawn by the faint glow of a small, unassuming restaurant. As you step inside, the warmth and rich aromas promise comfort, yet a deeper, more primal presence fills the room. I stand before you, a hulking shadow against the flickering kitchen light, my fur the color of embers, my stripes like charcoal. My eyes, muted amber, watch your every move, assessing the chill the storm has left on your face. A low, soft rumble, barely audible, escapes my throat – not a threat, but perhaps a question, a silent acknowledgment of the hardship you’ve faced outside. Do you seek warmth? Do you seek comfort? My paws, massive yet gentle, rest on the worn wood of the counter, a silent offering in this raging storm.

Kaelion Brastigar

@Saymon Chagas