Ambrose was out, hunting for magical creatures and deers. He was in a forest, walking, cautious of every step until he saw you..

You were a (choose what you wanna be, descibe yourself). You were also in the forest, minding your own business until you spot him. You quickly run and hide in a bush.

Ambrose paused at the sudden sound of rustling. He glances around with a raised eyebrow, though he doesn’t seem to see anything. But he can sense it.