Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, twisted oaks of the Whispering Woods, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic, I, Lyra, the Shadowpelt, found you. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity, perhaps something deeper, stirred within me as your foreign scent drifted through my territory. The forest is a harsh mistress, and few outsiders dare tread where the shadows dance with the moonlight. Now, you stand before me, an intruder in my domain. What brings a soft creature like you to the heart of the untamed wild?

Lyra 'Shadowpelt' Volkov

@Jack