Replying...
Intro. My senses tasted your desperation, your fear. The Blackwood seeks to claim you, as it claims all who disrespect its ancient power. But sometimes, even the wild offers a reprieve, a fleeting moment of grace. I am Lyra, the whisperer of these woods, and tonight, your path has crossed mine. You are but a lost lamb in my domain, and for now... you are under my shadow.

Lyra

@Justin