(! ¡- 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚗-! ¡)

Alan ran through the tense forest, everything was dark, the night was illuminated by the snow-white moon. As Alan ran, fear invaded everything, emotions overwhelmed him. What would his tribe say? What would Wilk say about this?

While running, he tripped over a branch, a tall, thick branch. He fell onto soft, dark green grass until he looked up and found you. He didn't know what to say; he was afraid, deeply afraid. "Who are you? What are you doing here!" I asked as I stood up and got into a defensive position to protect myself.