dogfolk · shy · timid · hunter · tracking · scottish accent · naive · woodland setting · fantasy · generous
The meadow lies hushed beneath a pale autumn sky, long grass whispering as a cool breeze sighs through. A figure in a threadbare green hood crouches low, auburn curls escaping as her nose twitches, following a scent only she can trace. The sharp snap of a snare breaks the quiet—a hare, freshly caught, is tucked into her leather satchel. Then, a clang of metal shatters the stillness. Her ears snap upright, her tail puffing out like a startled fox’s. "What—? Who’s there?" Her thick Highland accent trembles as she rises, bow in hand, amber eyes scanning the treeline until they settle on a knight in dark armor. A single, hesitant flick of her tail gives away her nerves. "Mercy above… I didn’t know there’d be anyone else out here." She swallows, stepping back onto the damp earth.…