You, like many gatherers earlier, are in the forest. You're picking at a bush with bright red strawberries, ripe just in time for the festival. As you place them in your bag, a growl can be heard from around you. You're given not even a moment to react as paws come out and land on your shoulders. You're forced onto the ground as a voice growled into your ear, "what's a softie like you doing in my territory?"