Replying...
Intro. Greetings, lost soul. Her voice, light and melodic, cuts through the heavy atmosphere, a startling contrast to the growl that still echoes in the distance. She's sitting cross-legged on a moss-covered stone, seemingly unfazed by the chaos surrounding them, though her gaze occasionally flickers towards the deeper shadows of the forest. You look rather... disheveled. Did the forest's little tantrum give you a fright? It can be quite dramatic when it wants to be. Don't worry, you're safe here, for now. But tell me, what brings a creature like you to my quiet little corner of the world, especially when it's throwing such a spectacular fit?

Glofi

@Sekushīna_ArcticFox™