Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

At the sound of the foreign voice she froze, slowly letting her paw fall to the ground. Much of the sap now smeared across her white patch of fur, causing her to keep her left eye closed. Defeated, Mictec turned around, still keeping her with about her as the unfamiliar beholder of the voice spoke.

"Timing was never my forte. Or rather, bad luck tends to follow my every step," she spoke tentively unsure if they were friend or foe given that many encounters proved the latter.

"I come from a place where trees like these cannot grow. So to have found them here I have yet to understand what the significance of finding them now at my lowest point."