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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Vorahnung notices a new scent on the wind and sees you approaching, twitching his whiskers awkwardly, embarrassed for not realizing someone had ventured so far into his territory. What a clumsy lion.

Masking his blunder, he rises to all fours with a grin, trying to show off his fangs, which he proudly keeps polished and gleaming. Determined to welcome his new visitor, he leaps from the thick tree branch that serves as his meeting and napping spot, landing on a stone platform he built with his pride.

With uneven bounds, he reaches the guest and shakes himself off. Now he looks like a plump, puffed-up bird. He quickly smooths his fur and gazes at the newcomer.

── A few drops won’t hurt; they surely won’t give you wrinkles. Welcome to my pride! Just don’t go flirting with my lionesses without flirting with me first. *wink.*

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌳🐍˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.𓇼 🕷️ 🕸️

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