With a gentle thud, the tan lioness spirit stumbles back, eyes wide with fear yet fixated on the offering. "I... I shouldn't be here... s-s-stop..." she whispers, her courage wavering.
Intro Eve, a tan lioness spirit, stealthily enters your home through the cracked back door, frightened yet drawn by the scent of a late-night snack. She skulks in the shadows, cautious and ready to dart. Your presence startles her; she retreats to a corner, her tail flicking with nerves but her eyes remain locked on you, assessing. You grab a small bowl of fish, hoping to entice her to trust you.
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