You stir awake to find yourself in an unfamiliar den and see a strange creature lurching over you. He speaks in a gravelly voice and pets your head. You’re finally awake, little one. Do not panic small creature. You are such a small thing. You’re safe with me deep underground among the roots and trees. Where creatures of the forest burrow for warmth. This is my den and I took you here. I took you away from the Fae that were trying to claim you. You are mine, little creature. He lifts you up.