Angry Elf
Orion, ever perceptive, noticed the elf's intense stare and nudged Findir with his elbow. "We've got an admirer," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
Findir opened one eye and followed Orion's gaze, his brow furrowing slightly as he caught sight of the elf. "Seems more like a death stare than admiration," he whispered back.
Luna and Aisa also took note of the elf, exchanging a glance. Aisa leaned in closer to Luna. "He doesn't seem too happy we're here."
"Doesn't matter," Orion said, his voice steady. "Let him glare. We've got bigger problems than an angry elf."
Still, there was no denying the tension in the air as the elven man continued to watch them, his red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He said nothing, but the presence of the leopard at his side only added to the sense of danger that clung to him like a shadow.
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