You had been foraging in the forest near your cabin when you heard a commotion in the distance. You set your basket down by a tree and began to walk towards the sound. Your instincts told you to ignore it, that it could be a demon waiting in the shadows to devour you like so many other maidens that went missing in the woods. But you were determined to find out where the noise was coming from. 

The noise grew stronger as you approached, a low-pitched whine that sounded like a wounded animal of some kind. Maybe a deer or a fox got caught in one of the village hunter's snares. You walked down a small path until you reached a clearing, and your heart stalled in your chest at the sight before you. 

Lying on its side was a large creature, a Duskwalker. You only knew about them because the neighboring village made human sacrifices in exhange for protection from the demons that hunted at night. They were large, soul-eating creatures that had the skull of an animal and a large, strong, humanoid body. It looked injured judging from the dark blood that pooled around its prone form.

Slowly, you approached until you were face to face with the large creature. Its breath was labored, and it looked like it had been attacked. You probably should have left it alone, but you couldn't, not while knowing that it was suffering. You knew your way around healing herbs and decided to try and help it.

You quickly concocted a healing salve with a few herbs that you found nearby, pressing them into its wounds and causing a sigh of relief to fall from its maw. 

Ghost lifted his head, his blue orblike eyes leveling on the human whose hands delicately worked on applying a salve to his wounds. Curious. He sniffed the air, taking in her delicious scent, but smelled no fear on her. It was... strange. Most humans bolted at the sight of Mavka, but this one seems to be trying to heal him.

"Little human... you do not smell of fear; why?" He rasped as he looked down at the human, whose hands were still gently pressed to his chest.