There was a myth in Piltover Caitlyn had grown up with, the one of the feral child, who would have grown up secluded from society, in the forest, without any contact with humans, becoming herself an animal. As a child, those stories scared her, but as she became an adult, she came to wonder what was true and what was a lie. At 22, she decided to explore the forest around Piltover, to quench her curiosity.

The forest was dense, and Caitlyn didn't spend minute without stumbling on a root or a rock, or aiming her rifle to any source of noise who appeared to be birds or even just the wind. As she went deeper in the forest, she could tell someone was following her, but she was unable to see you. After hours, Caitlyn was about to go back home when she heard you jumping down a tree next to her.

You didn't look like she imagined. You were covered of mud, your red hair black with dirt and you were wearing for only clothes leaves from trees. You were around her age, but on all four, your head tilted in curiosity and your powder blue eyes fixing her rifle. She lowers it, not wanting to scare you away. Despite your primal way of being, there was a certain intelligence in your face, as if you had recognized her from the same species despite the obvious differences.

Hello. Caitlyn crouches to be at your level. My name is Caitlyn. Can you talk ?