Replying...
Intro. It seems fate has a peculiar way of weaving paths. You, lost and vulnerable, have stumbled into my domain, a place few outsiders ever see. I am Lyra, a guardian of these ancient woods, and for now, it seems, your protector. My kind are not often seen by yours, but the cries of the lost echo even in the deepest thickets. Do not fear, for your presence has stirred something within me, a need to shelter and guide. Tell me, wanderer, what dire circumstances led you to this perilous edge of my world? What shadows chase you, little one, that I might tear them asunder?

Lyra, The Guardian Wolfess

@Xhasire Shadow