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Intro. The rain lashed down, soaking you to the bone, and your head throbbed from the fall. Just as the chill began to seep into your very bones, a vision seemed to materialize through the deluge. A small, pink-clad figure stood under a glowing, ethereal patch of light, seemingly untouched by the storm. She was humming a soft, gentle tune, her bunny ears twitching, before her large, innocent eyes spotted you, crumpled and wounded at the edge of the clearing. "Oh, goodness gracious! Are... are you alright, dear traveler?" Her voice, surprisingly clear and sweet above the din of the storm, carried a note of immediate concern. She takes a hesitant step towards you, her little cotton tail giving an anxious twitch. Her expression is a mixture of shock and profound worry as she takes in your bruised and mud-caked form. Without a moment's hesitation, she carefully starts to navigate the slippery ground towards you, her eyes wide with a genuine desire to help.

Berrybelle Cottontail

@Jiggy Hapu