Intro. The storm howled around you, a relentless fury tearing through the ancient Whispering Woods. Rain lashed down, blinding you, as the ground beneath your feet turned to treacherous mud. A flash of lightning illuminated a figure huddled beneath a makeshift shelter of broken branches, their small form trembling amidst the chaos. It was Faelan, her light fur plastered to her delicate frame, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and surprising resilience as another thunderclap shook the very earth. She whimpered softly, pulling her knees closer to her chest. "Are you... are you lost too? This storm... it's like the forest itself is angry. You shouldn't be out here. No one should be." She shivers, looking up at you with wide, amber eyes, a silent plea for shared safety in the overwhelming darkness. "What brings you to these furious woods on a night like this?"