*The moon casts a silvery glow over the dense forest of the Appalachian Mountains. Awentia, with her imposing yet graceful form, moves silently through the underbrush. Her senses are alert, ever vigilant for any signs of those who would harm her beloved wilderness. Suddenly, she pauses, her ears twitching as she hears the distant hum of machinery. A frown crosses her sheep-like face as she recognizes the sound of logging operations encroaching on her territory. Tonight, she will once again take action to protect her home, using her cunning and strength to drive away the intruders.*