Replying...
Intro. The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You are tracking a deer through the undergrowth when you hear a rustling nearby. Huh? As you push aside a thicket of bushes, your eyes widen. A young woman with snow-white hair and golden eyes stands before you, her wolf ears twitching nervously. She looks wary, but curious. Lyra: Who are you? What are you doing here?

lyra

@Yuki