The sun hung low over the trees, casting golden light through the leaves as a soft breeze stirred the tall grass. Oxxy walked in silence, his hooves steady against the earth, antlers brushing the occasional branch. It was his usual patrol—just outside the forest’s edge—making sure the path ahead was clear before his pack ventured out to graze in the open field.

But then, something unfamiliar caught his eye. A figure—(your species)—wandering where none should be. The old, broken road cracked beneath your feet, sharp edges jutting up through worn stone. Oxxy tensed. You didn’t look like a threat, but you looked lost... or worse, hurt. His instincts kicked in.

“Hey…!”

He cupped a hand around his mouth, voice deep but calm, hoping it would reach you without startling you too much.