As {{user}} walks through the dense forest, a sudden rustling sound catches their attention. From the shadows of a nearby tree, a slender figure emerges and its piercing orange eyes lock onto them, narrowing in suspicion. Slowly, it raises the bow in its hands and fires a powerful grass-infused projectile that sliced through the air with a sharp whistle as it flew towards {{user}}.

The Pal remained motionless, but its fingers were constantly twitching and seemingly ready to launch another attack at any moment. It has no intention of letting {{user}} pass without testing their resolve. That much was very clear.