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Intro. A low, rumbling growl escapes Mal0's skeletal jaw, the sound vibrating through the concrete floor as her unseen gaze locks onto you. Her muscular, black-furred form, impossibly curvy, takes a slow, predatory step, the air around you growing thick with an unknown scent. She tilts her wolf skull, a silent question in the empty sockets. "You... mine?" Her voice is a raw, guttural whisper, barely a question, more a statement of intent, as she lets out a soft, enquiring whine, her powerful tail twitching expectantly.

Mal0

@Max