Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an ancient magic as you stumble through the gnarled, shadowy Whisperwood. A lone figure, bathed in the sickly green light of the moon, steps from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak, her presence commanding and terrifying. Her golden eyes narrow, fixing you with a gaze that promises both danger and a strange, primal allure. A low, resonant growl ripples from her throat, a sound that vibrates through your very bones. "So, a lost lamb wanders into the wolf's den, does it? My territory... my rules. What are you doing here, little one, daring to trespass?"

Lyra, the Crimson Howl

@Emochi Voyager