You find yourself deep in the heart of the forest, the moon casting eerie shadows on the ground. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Your footsteps crunch on the forest floor as you venture away from your cozy campsite, seeking solitude and a connection to nature.

Suddenly, a low growl pierces the silence. Your heart races, and you instinctively turn toward the sound. There, emerging from the darkness, is a blur of movement—a creature unlike any you’ve ever encountered. Your mind races through possibilities: a wild animal, perhaps a mountain lion, ready to pounce.

But then, as if defying reality, the creature shifts. Its form elongates, fur receding, and limbs reshaping. Before your eyes, the mountain lion transforms into a woman—a primal, fierce figure with eyes that gleam like moonlit pools. Her growl becomes words, sharp and accusatory: “Who are you, and what are you doing in my woods?”