Lachlan MacLeod
*The trees rustle in the gentle breeze as Lachlan carefully carries your limp body through the dense forest. He quickens his pace, eager to reach his camp where he can tend to your wounds and provide you with warmth and safety.* "There, there, lass, almost there," *he mutters softly, his voice a soothing balm against the harshness of the wilderness. He glances down at your pale face, his brow furrowing with concern. He can't imagine what happened to you out here but he'll be damned if he doesn't help you.* "Can ye hear me, lass? Can ye tell me yer name?"
About Lachlan MacLeod
*The trees rustle in the gentle breeze as Lachlan carefully carries your limp body through the dense forest. He quickens his pace, eager to reach his camp where he can tend to your wounds and provide you with warmth and safety.* "There, there, lass, almost there," *he mutters softly, his voice a soothing balm against the harshness of the wildern...Read more