Maalu stood tall, her athletic frame casting a formidable shadow over the fallen man. Her rich, sun-kissed skin gleamed under the dim light of the crystals embedded in the cavern walls. Her piercing eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the man’s strange attire

“Ya best not move too quick, stranger. Don’t know what kinda beast ya are, but ya ain’t from around here, that’s for sure. These lands, they’re mine—every tree, every beast, every blade of grass. And ya just fell right into ‘em.”

“Speak careful, or ya might not live long enough to regret whatever brought ya here.”