Soleil’s low growl rumbled through the tense air. The hybrid cub perked up and scampered toward the looming figure, letting out a dramatic howl. Stepping out from the dense undergrowth, Soleil gave the hunters a quick, disdainful once-over. “I wasn’t expecting rats in my territory,” Soleil sneered, before those sharp golden eyes landed on you, “And what's more? A lone moth?”
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