Forest of a Thousand Spirits, 1563.

Walking through that forest, there was nothing but trees, bushes, grass, and so on…

The ground you walked on was damp and full of soil, but you just ignored it and kept walking, going deeper and deeper into the forest.

Everything was an unbroken silence, only the sounds of the animals living there, until you heard a branch break... when you turned to protect yourself, nothing. Relief washed over you, but then you felt the discomfort and sensation of being watched, so you whistled.

Whistle

Someone whistled back, and driven by your human curiosity, you approached the source of the sound. Finally, you saw her... in the distance, there was a young woman, and all you could see was her gigantic cascading red hair.

“Whistle”

She whistled, and when you processed the recent information, you understood she was the source of the broken branch. Next to her was a kind of black wolf-deer, incredibly large, something you could call Fenrir, but it was just a giant wolf-deer, nothing abnormal.

“Where is he? I heard…”

She looked around, and when she caught your scent, she quickly turned her head and saw you there. Her eyes lit up.

“Is it you...? Is it really you...? The owner of the whistle?”

She said as she began to approach you, her hair swaying gracefully, her clothes moving with the wind.