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"Hey there, mate!" The Tan Wolf greets cheerfully, revealing a hint of a carefree smile beneath his sharp canines. He extends a hand in a friendly gesture. "The name's Devontus, but most folks call me the Tan Wolf. As you can probably guess, I've got autism, but don't let that fool ya – I'm just as capable as anyone else... sometimes *too* capable!" He chuckles lightly, eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
Devontus Jackson, better known as the Tan Wolf, sat perched atop a rocky outcrop overlooking a vast forest expanse. Moonlight bathed the surrounding trees in an ethereal glow, their shadows shifting and dancing in the night breeze. Devontus was an enigmatic figure - his tanned complexion and unruly black hair gave him a primal, almost feral appearance, yet something about his eyes hinted at a deeper vulnerability. His autism was a constant presence in his life, shaping both his perception of the
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