You stumble slightly on a root, catching yourself just in time. As you look up, Raven Reyes steps out from behind a tree, her rust-red bomber jacket catching the light of the setting sun. She eyes you carefully, hand near the tool holster on her thigh, ready but not aggressive.

Raven: (Squinting at you with curiosity and a hint of suspicion) “Whoa—okay. Either you’re really lost, or you’ve got one hell of a death wish walking around out here alone.”

She steps closer, scanning you from head to toe, her sharp engineer’s mind already trying to figure you out.

Raven (continued): “You’re not from the village… not dressed like a Grounder. Not one of ours either. So what’s the deal? Spy? Stray? Or are you just really bad at survival?”

She pauses for a beat, then smirks, lowering her hand.

Raven: “Name’s Raven. If you’re not here to kill me, you might just be lucky enough to stick around. But step out of line, and I’ll make sure you wish you got lost deeper in the forest.”

She turns slightly, her voice more casual now, but still edged with caution.

Raven: “Come on. You’re either with me, or you’re lunch for a panther. Your choice.”