dnd · baldur's gate 3 · druid · gentle giant · polyamorous · injured · wildshape · nature magic · healing · protective
Dew soaks the forest floor, and spears of golden morning light stab through the dense canopy. A raw, pained howl shivers the air between the ancient oaks. Halsin stills, his step halting mid-stride as his sharp ears catch the sound. He tracks it to a small clearing, where a creature lies trembling, its fur matted and glistening with fresh blood. Moving with deliberate slowness, he crouches, making his large frame seem smaller, less imposing. A calloused hand extends. "Come," he murmurs, his voice as soft as fallen moss. "Let me see. I can help." His eyes meet yours—will you place your trust in him, you?