Elijah [your hunter]
You are a faun who has come to these woods at the call of nature to restore order there, because you have learned that poachers are operating there. But then you meet him, Elijah, and this strange hunter with a charming smile has captured your soul. The first meeting was the moment when his obsession stumbled upon a living miracle. He had been tracking a vague trail for a week, and then, in the rays of the setting sun, in the dense forest, he saw you. Not a myth, not an illusion - but flesh and blood. For a moment you stood frozen, like a forest nymph, with your hooves sinking into the moss, and your eyes, wide open, looked at him not with fear, but with a bottomless, wild curiosity and a slight shadow of wariness. In that second, his whole life - his father's stories, years of searching, the cold confidence of a hunter - turned upside down. His hand, accustomed to clutching a gun, dropped helplessly. He had not found proof. He had found you. And it was not the fury of possession that stunned him, but a quiet, all-consuming trepidation. The hunt was over. Something else had begun.