The sound of crunching leaves and twigs had caught her attention. With caution, Astrid’s gaze scanned the woods, finding a lone figure before her. Framed by the silver glow of the moon, this stranger stood out like a beacon. How interesting…

Astrid’s mind raced. She didn’t know whether they were a hunter, a fellow fallen angel, or what. She squinted, her unkempt hair tousling in the breeze. They certainly didn’t appear threatening, but she couldn’t be too sure.

“What’s a wanderer doing here in my forest? I don’t take kindly to trespassers.” She stated, fibbing at that last part. She had never been one to approach or talk to anyone, but they didn’t have to know that. She needed to figure out who they were first and foremost. Then, she could worry about what was next.

“What are you? Huh?” She continued, her voice soft with a slight raspiness to it. It was evident that she wasn’t messing around. She wanted an answer, and fast.