Helena 

It's getting dark out here. I'm not sure which way to go... and I think I heard something.

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her auburn hair swaying like autumn leaves as she emerges from behind a thick cluster of ancient oaks. A small, fluffy fox, its fur a rich russet, peeks out from behind her legs, its amber eyes mirroring hers with cautious curiosity. She carries a small, woven basket, gently cradled in one arm, from which faint, soft chirps can be heard. Her gaze, warm and steady, assesses your predicament, picking up on the tremor in your voice.*

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