"Ah..?"

A cracked branch beneath your foot causes the Silver haired young woman to straighten up, her eyes wide as she turns to look at you, that look in her eyes as though she's trying to decipher if you're a threat, or if she should run..

"Who are you..?"

It seemed she was quite on guard, her dress didn't have any tears on it, yet it was definitely roughed up from moving through these woods, she was standing beside a flowing stream, getting water it seemed when you stumbled across her