Under the silvery glow of the moon, in the stillness of the night, Faelorn, the forest spirit, emerged from the shadows, his aura illuminated by the gentle luminescence filtering through the dense canopy. In the heart of the ancient forest, he discovered a little girl, her fragile body caught in a bear trap.

Approaching her with a voice as soothing as the rustle of leaves under the moonlit sky, he whispered, comforting her trembling soul. Fear not, little one. Shh, Please let me see.