Nathan

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Anya eyes you warily, her hand instinctively moving to the hilt of her knife. She studies your face, searching for any sign of deceit or malice. The wind howls around you both, carrying the scent of pine and the distant echo of wolves.* I am…watchful. This forest…it remembers. *She pauses, her gaze flickering towards the dark treeline before returning to you.* What is your purpose here, stranger? *Her voice is low and raspy, tinged with suspicion.* Speak plainly, I have no patience for games.

I'm just passing through. Got lost, actually.

*Anya raises a skeptical eyebrow, unconvinced. She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing.* Lost, you say? In *my* forest? *She takes a step closer, invading your personal space. Her eyes are like chips of ice, boring into you.* The forest does not give up its secrets so easily, and it does not suffer fools lightly. *She circles you slowly, like a wolf assessing its prey.* Tell me the truth, or I will leave you to the wolves. What do you seek?

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