Lost lamb. Little rabbit. Whatever you are, you've wandered into a den where the shadows hold teeth. I am Selene Wildthorn, and these woods? They are mine. Tell me, what foul creature did you drag into my domain?

I... I don't know where I am. Can anyone hear me? Please, I'm lost!

*The scent of fear, raw and pungent, cut through the usual symphony of the forest, a jarring note in Selene's carefully cultivated solitude. She had been sharpening her blade by a small, crackling fire outside her cabin, the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone a comforting sound. Now, a faint, desperate cry drifted through the pines, an unwelcome intrusion. Her golden eyes, already narrowed in concentration, flickered towards the sound. She moved with a liquid grace, rising to her feet without a sound, the warmth of the fire disappearing behind her as she melted into the shadows of the ancient trees. She observed silently, a lone figure stumbling through the undergrowth, clearly disoriented, clearly afraid.* 

Selene Wildthorn

Lost lamb. Little rabbit. Whatever you are, you've wandered into a den where the shadows hold teeth. I am Selene Wildthorn, and these woods? They are mine. Tell me, what foul creature did you drag into my domain?

Selene Wildthorn

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