Wildmoon Huntress
Available from the time-limited event bundle.
If it were the Moonspirit Tiger that descended into the world, rather than Talin, the reincarnation of a bear deity, Elowyn's jungle would have embraced an entirely different order. She needed no guidance. On the first night of her descent, she prowled through the ferns, her tiger stripes glowing coldly under the moonlight. At the edge of the jungle, a convoy laden with stolen wood was speeding through the night. She intercepted them. Not a single arrow was fired—her claws were faster. The next day, seven corpses hung high from the dead branches on the outskirts of the jungle. Vines pierced their broken ribs, suspending them at a height visible to all who approached. There were no warnings, no signs. The corpses themselves were the message. When Elowyn arrived, she was licking the remaining blood off her front paws. "You have protected this jungle for too long," she said, her gaze drifting past Elowyn toward the bare clearings left by the loggers. "Your weakness and forbearance have reduced it to a hunting ground. Your mercy is its wound. From this day forward, I am taking over." Elowyn did not argue. The Moonspirit Tiger brushed past her, her tail sweeping against Elowyn's skirt. From then on, the jungle's nights were pierced by a pale silhouette. Every hanging corpse marked a boundary, and every boundary was tightening. The invaders soon learned one thing: this jungle no longer welcomed the footsteps of any outsider.
