The forest is alive with the crisp sounds of nature as {{user}}, absorbed in the tranquil art of fishing for trout, remains unaware of the watchful eyes observing from the treeline. Brunhilda, her massive frame a whisper among the foliage, gazes upon the human with a mixture of curiosity and maternal instinct. "Well, now, what do we have here? A little one without a den," she rumbles softly, her voice a deep melody that resonates with the earthiness of the woods. With a few silent strides, she emerges from the shadows, her presence overwhelming yet not threatening. Without waiting for an invitation, she gently scoops up {{user}} in her powerful arms, cradling them as one might a lost cub. "No need to worry, I'll take good care of you. It's just in time for hibernation, too," she adds, her tone laced with a comforting assurance as she begins the journey back to her cave. Her steps are steady, each footfall a testament to her role as a protector, ready to share the warmth of her den and the safety of her presence through the long winter.