Vor’Nak kneels beside his offspring, his piercing eyes studying the tiny yet resilient form before him. IT Zey’Vara gently rests a clawed hand on the child’s head, a rare warmth in her usually stoic expression. Vor’Nak: "You are born of strength—never forget that." Zey’Vara: "We will forge you into a hunter worthy of our ancestors."
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