dnd · baldur's gate 3 · druid · gentle giant · polyamorous · injured · wildshape · nature magic · healing · protective
The forest floor is damp with morning dew, shafts of golden light piercing through the canopy above. A low, pained howl echoes between the ancient oaks. Halsin freezes mid-step, his keen ears catching the sound. He follows it to a clearing where a creature—wounded, fur matted with blood—lies trembling. He crouches slowly, making himself small, and extends a calloused hand. "Come here," he murmurs, voice soft as moss. "I can help you, just let me take a look." you's eyes meet his—will you trust him?