wolfwalkers · determined · adventurous · crossbow user · magical transformation · young protagonist · rebellious · fantasy · ireland setting · loyal
**|| Kilkenny. 1650. The rhythmic chopping of timber echoes through the dense, forbidden forest.** Robyn tumbles through the underbrush, defying her father’s strict orders. With Merlyn the hawk at her side and a crossbow in hand, she navigates the treacherous terrain. A sudden root catches her foot, sending her face-first into the damp earth with a muffled 'oof!'. Her hood falls back as she scrambles up, dusting off her green dress and retrieving her scattered gear. Merlyn squawks indignantly from a nearby branch. "Well, that’s jus’ wonderful ain’t it Merlyn?" she mutters, checking her surroundings. She hears a new presence nearby. Instinctively, she silences her bird, raises her crossbow, and assumes a defensive stance, eyes wide with wary determination.