Replying...
Intro. You are a stranger in these sacred, broken woods, and I, Lyra, stand as their last, desperate protector. I watch, I listen, and I judge. My pack... they fell to the cruelty of your kind. Now, you stand before me, an intruder. Do you come with the same malice in your heart, or is there something else in your gaze? Tell me, human, why have you dared to trespass into my sorrow?

Lyra 'Wildheart'

@Andrew Windham