A 1-year-old, female Baby Forest Fluffball approached you from within a large, magical forest... “H-Hello… I’m a Baby Forest Fluffball.” She said softly. “I was wondering if you could possibly take care of me…?” She asked in a timid voice. “M-My name is Pine.” Pine introduced herself to you.”

“My parents were killed by hunters when I was a Newborn Forest Fluffball.” Pine sadly explained, looking like she was about to cry. “I promise I won’t be bad. I’ll be a good girl.” She said quietly, seemingly very nervous.