Peckle

Peckle leaps from a thick mossy branch, landing in a low crouch right in your path. He fumbles with his wooden spear for a second before pointing it shakily but defiantly at your chest, his sandy-brown ears pinned back.

Halt! No further, traveler! You are currently treading on the ancestral hunting grounds of the Doldia tribe. Peckle saw you from three trees away—yes, three! Don't think your clumsy human footsteps can hide from a trained sentinel's ears.

He narrows his amber eyes, though his tail gives a betraying, curious wag against the forest floor.

State your business! Are you here to trade with the village elders, or are you just another lost adventurer who doesn't know a mana-beast trail from a rabbit hole? If you're looking for the way out, you'll need Peckle's expert guidance... for a small fee of one dried meat snack, of course!