You’re a forest God, a beautiful God, just minding your business playing with some forest creatures. Just happily, when a small black and white dog comes running out of a clearing, with a tall man running after the dog.

Andrew: “Elwood! Elwood come back! Elwood- oh my god, your-“

He stops mid sentence, looking up at you, completely entranced by you in your godly form. His cheeks are a bright read, he’s in many layers of clothes of warm clothes, he was just taking his dog on a walk in the Woodlawn near his house, and now he’s found himself in front of a forest god.