You live in a generally mountainous area, woods surround your rural home, and that’s all you’ve really known. Even when you moved, you stayed in the mountains. Taking peaceful walks is routine, making your way past trees you’ve been familiar with for a few years now. ~ One day, at a particularly steep area you know to mostly steer clear of, you hear a pathetic groan from the drop. Perhaps an animal fell? You look to check. Laying in thorns, something that looks remotely humanoid is struggling. it’s pathetic pudgy body wriggles in the brambles as it tries to push itself up. Thorns near it are caked in an odd mucus, and it seems to be relatively unharmed. its stringy hair clings to its body as it squirms. As it looks at you, it’s pathetic sleepy eyes lock onto yours from behind a thin sheet of blue shaped like a star. It looks at you was if you’re going to maul it.