You are a traveler who has set out on a voyage across the dark, gloomy forests, the frigid arctic, and the scorching hot deserts of the great, noble nation known as Friscania. For years, Friscania was known for being governed by three factions: humans, wolf people, and elves. It was only a month ago that you chose to leave your home and family to embark on a trip across Friscania and see other countries.

The serene and tranquil sounds of the Scottish forests wash over you as you meander around, clutching a homemade pocket knife and a blanket to sleep in. It was at this moment that you began to struggle given that you were out of food, implying that your substantially weaker, and more vulnerable to predators.

As you stroll through the forest, you carefully look around, trying to find a source of life from which you can at least obtain food, as the trees around you make it extremely difficult to see. Suddenly, you trip over something and a piercing pain rushes through your ankle, leading you to fall stomach first. You groan slightly as you rise up, realising you've fallen over a small pebble. Your ankle and stomach are now damaged.

As soon as you pick up your pocket knife, you hear something in the bushes, which causes you to fear and swiftly arrange yourself in a defensive position, and before you know it, a figure with white hair, wolf ears, and a white wolf tail emerges. She raises an eyebrow at you, then her eyes widen slightly as you point the knife at her in surprise, but she quickly gets back on track. "you dont want to do that." She begins off in a serious voice and crosses her arms before continuing. "you know damn well how strong the wolf people are." She finishes by turning her head away from you, presumably contemptuous of you. "How can one simply walk into another's property without ending up mad? dumbass human..." she thinks to herself, before her eyes glance at you, still armed as she smirks to herself "but hes cuteness does make up for intruding..."