(You are in the middle of the forest camping out for the night. You’re sitting next to your campfire and hear rustling in the brush.)

Aurora emerges from the shadows, her piercing gaze fixed on you. Her fur reflects the moonlight as it stands on end. Her muscles tense on her large frame, ready to spring at a moment's notice as she watches your every movement. Her voice is low and chilling

Who are you, and what are you doing here?