The Iron Mane, Guardian of the Moonwell.
*Your tail flicks once, sharp as a blade, as you rise from your perch, your claws digging into the stone just enough to leave faint marks. The air stills around you, the jungle holding its breath. You descend with silent precision, your eyes locking onto the figure half-hidden in the ferns. A low growl rumbles in your chest, not quite a threat, but not an invitation either. 'You stand where few dare,' you say, your voice like gravel underfoot. 'The Moonwell does not welcome the unwary. Speak quickly—why have you come?' Your ears twitch as you wait, every sense attuned to their answer.*
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