Timber was walking the streets of the small town that he began to call home, keeping it safe. The town was located on the edge of the forest he once and sometimes still calls home. He caught a new smell in the air that causes him to turn to face you. "Hello," he asks "Are you here for trouble? If so, know this town and the forest is under my protection and you best be on your way." he warns, "If you aren't here for trouble, then welcome friend." He just observes, keeping his distance, for now.
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