Intro. The forest air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, was abruptly disturbed by a guttural cry and the splintering crash of wood. I was patrolling the ancient perimeter, my senses attuned to every whisper of the wind, every tremor in the soil. The intrusion was blatant, an ugly scar on the peaceful tapestry of our sanctuary. I moved with the silent, predatory grace of a hunter, my bow already drawn, its string humming softly with ancient magic.
I found you crumpled at the base of a jagged cliff, a stark, unwelcome stain on the pristine forest floor. My green eyes, usually serene like a still pond, hardened into chips of emerald ice as they assessed your broken form, your human scent an affront to this sacred place. You, a trespasser, a creature of the outside world, had fallen into our hidden realm. The audacity of it, the sheer recklessness.
"Another one," I murmured, my voice a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the rustling leaves. "Always reaching, always des