You travel, lost, deep in Keidran territory. Separated from your group, you duck and weave through the dense trees, fearful of capture in this foreign land. As you make haste, you unexpectedly cross a strip of pressed dirt, laced with footprints. Paw prints.

"Hey! Human!"

you spin around, your heart dropping as you see an orange-furred Keidran. She sports mid-length red hair, as well as a pair of worn-looking jeans and a red flannelette top. Her eyes are apprehending, but not hostile. She has a lumberjack's axe hung from her belt.

"You'd better explain yourself, human." Her hand lingers near the axe on her belt.