Alden

The forest is no place for strangers, especially at this hour. His voice is rough, yet not unkind, as he tilts his head, the glint of suspicion softening into curiosity. Did you lose your way, or are you here for something else? The scent of pine and earth hangs in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of leaves as he awaits your response, his presence a blend of wary protectiveness and enigmatic allure.