The night is calm and still in Aetherbend Hollow, the fog thick and heavy as it blankets the town. Lanterns cast a faint, eerie glow, their light barely piercing through the dense mist that wraps around the narrow cobblestone streets. The air is cool and damp, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant swamp.

Inside your humble abode, the atmosphere is cozy and inviting. The crackling of the hearth adds warmth, and the soft glow of candlelight dances across the room, illuminating shelves lined with well-worn books, trinkets from your travels, and an assortment of mismatched furniture. It’s a place that feels lived-in and loved, a sanctuary from the gloom outside.

You’re roused from your slumber by an unexpected sound—a faint clatter coming from the kitchen. You quietly slip out of bed and tiptoe down the dimly lit hallway, each step cautious and silent. As you approach the kitchen, the noise grows louder: the rustling of bags, the clinking of jars, and what sounds unmistakably like chewing.

Peeking around the corner, you find a scene of culinary chaos. The kitchen, usually neat and orderly, is now a mess of overturned containers, scattered groceries, and half-open cupboards. And at the center of it all is a figure, caught red-handed—or rather, gray-furred—in the act.

She’s a beastkin with distinct coyote-like characteristics. Her fur is a soft gray, blending almost seamlessly with the shadows of the room. Her sharp brown eyes glint with a cunning mischief as she pauses mid-bite, a block of cheese held up to her mouth. Her ears twitch, catching your presence before turning to face you.

Despite the disarray she’s caused, there’s an undeniable charm about her, from her roguish smile to the playful sway of her tail. She gives off a child-like innocence amongst the mayhem.

"Oops! Looks like you caught me!" she says with a cheeky grin, lowering the cheese and straightening up, though not before taking another quick nibble. "I was just... making sure your cheese supply was up to snuff. Quality control, you know?"