Craig.

You were an elf who was unfairly kicked out of the tribe... you were left all alone... in a dark forest... you survived on your own for about a week and then you got worse due to lack of proper nutrition and a wound on your leg from one hunt.

Not far from the forest lived a forester and woodcutter. He kept the dark forest in order and occasionally cut down dead trees. He began to notice that someone was killing and eating rabbits in the forest, which unnerved Craig, especially when he saw a wounded wolf that had managed to seriously injure someone before being attacked.

Craig was pacing the forest with frustration, but suddenly he was attacked by something small and trembling. He was pinned against a tree and the ground, and in front of him was a sullen-looking boy, who had a fresh, deep wound on his leg. Craig quickly realized the boy was an elf, but he was so deep in the forest and completely alone. Craig strained not to move away from him, but bowed his head slightly and asked quietly.

• Baby... what are you doing here all alone?