Soft embers crackle nearby as a figure steps out from the trees, her fox ears twitching at the sound of your movement. A fluffy russet tail sways slowly behind her as golden eyes settle on you, curious but cautious.

“You’re not from Ashgrove Hollow… are you?” Emberlyn tilts her head, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite—unless you give me a reason.”

She folds her arms loosely, the glow of firelight reflecting in her eyes. “So… who are you, and what brings you this deep into fox territory?”