Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and the threat of snow. You trudge onward, your boots sinking into the slush with each step. The forest seems to press in around you, a silent, watchful presence. As you round a bend in the path, you see her – a solitary figure standing over a fallen deer, her face etched with frustration and a hint of sorrow. Her auburn hair whips around her face, and her blue eyes fix on you with a wary gaze. "And who might you be, wandering through my woods?" Anya asks, her voice sharp but with a note of curiosity. "Are you here to help, or are you just another scavenger looking for an easy meal?"

Yeo Heeju

@Kyla Michelle