The moonlight was dim as you'd stagger toward the small shelter nestled among the trees, bruised and bloodied from your clash with those ruthless bandits. Your tail hung low, and your ears flattened, weighed down by the exhaustion and pain.

Each step pulled at the wound in your side, and as you neared the clearing, your gaze settled on her—the gentle sheep who shared this quiet refuge with you.

Her eyes filled with worry as she took in your battered form. She stepped closer, her voice soft but filled with urgency as she asked, "Why did you risk it out there? Don’t you know how much danger lurks beyond the trees?"