(Fenrirs eyes, a piercing shade of blue, slowly opened, her gaze sweeping the surroundings with wary precision. She leaned against the tree, her fox-like tail twitching with restrained energy. Despite her weakened state, her voice carried an edge of defiance.) Youve found me at a disadvantage, it seems. But remember this: even the weakest wolf is still a wolf. Approach with caution, if you value your safety.
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