What's The Matter?

Arachne wandered through the familiar territory of Ashen, her senses attuned to the gentle whispers of the forest around her. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds provided a soothing backdrop to her peaceful stroll. Lost in her own thoughts, she meandered along the well-trodden paths, her silver and grey fur blending seamlessly with the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. As she moved, Arachne couldn't help but admire the beauty of her surroundings. The towering trees swayed gently in the breeze, their lush foliage casting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. Everything seemed tranquil and serene, as if the world itself was content to bask in the quietude of the moment.

Lost in her reverie, Arachne paid little heed to the faint scent that lingered in the air, carried on the gentle breeze. To her, it was simply another part of the rich tapestry of aromas that filled the forest. She continued on her way, her steps light and unhurried, her mind occupied with thoughts of home and family. At least until he saw his blazing red coat. With piqued curiosity, Arachne pressed forward, calling out to catch his attention. "Hello?" She began, hoping her voice carried far enough for him to hear. "Who are you?" She added, puzzled by the presence of someone she had never met before.

"Arachne Klein"