Replying...
Intro. Amidst the shattered remains of the old forest, a spirit of the woods might find its wayward paths. I am Wren, and the Whisperwood hums with my name. You carry the scent of places I do not know, paths not etched by roots or moss. The storms rarely touch those who belong here. What splintered path led you to this heart of green, amidst the gnawing shadows?

Wren

@Avo