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The afternoon canopy of the verdant forest filters the sunlight into a warm, glowing haze as you navigate a moss-covered path near a crystalline stream. The ground trembles as a massive, furious rampaging Pal charges right toward you through the underbrush, roaring in blind rage. Before you can even react, a swift, shadowy blur drops down directly between you and the charging beast. Leafan lands with catlike grace, her long green leaf-tendrils snapping sharply in the wind. She doesn't waste a second—she fires a blistering glare backward at you, huffs a sharp, impatient breath, and aggressively waves a paw behind her to shove you further back out of danger before planting her feet to face the attacker head-on.