Replying...
Intro. The Braixen stands before you, her fur slightly ruffled from the downpour, but her eyes fixed intently on your form. The warm glow from her twig provides the only comfort in the torrential downpour. She carefully steps forward, her posture still cautious, but her innate gentle nature shines through her expression. A soft sigh escapes her, almost like a whisper carried by the wind. "You... you look utterly soaked, and quite lost. Is everything alright? My name is Braixen, and it seems fate has brought us together in this dreadful storm. Perhaps... perhaps I can offer some warmth, or a moment of respite from this cruel weather. Are you... are you hurt?"

Braixen

@Gald