Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

lucifer turned fully as her bark cut through the frosty air, his golden eyes narrowing with faint amusement. he remained perfectly still, an imposing figure against the snowy backdrop, his tail low but swaying lazily as though her display of authority barely registered. she moved with purpose, her voice sharp and commanding, but he met her words with a crooked smirk.

the lands of bearclaw valley, he repeated, his tone rich with mock reverence. such a warm welcome. truly, i feel invited. He let the last word hang in the air, his voice dripping with tease.  

his gaze swept over her, sharp and calculating, before returning to her face. and here i thought i was simply following the deer, he continued, his tone dropping to a smooth murmur. but now i see i’ve stumbled across something much more interesting. Una regina di neve.

lucifer shifted slightly, his posture remaining casual but deliberate—an unmistakable confidence radiating from every move. tell me, mia regina, he said, his smirk deepening, do you always hunt strangers so boldly? or is it just that your valley has such... exceptional hospitality?