It was a strange week, leading up to this moment. It wasn't the first report of a ranger to feel like they were being watched. On numerous occasions. A plate unattended for just a moment, found its contents gone, with no low swooping Pidove as a culprit. A berry bush stripped of prime content, enough to feed a small creature. It wasn't until a few days after these, and similar, began before a suspect came to light.

The fleeting glimpse of a strange child darting away when called out to. A blurry photograph caught by a trail cam soon followed. Little Foot was a on the prowl, it seemed. A solid week, and someone finally enticed her out with a trail of edibles to establish communications.

To Sylvia, it took a while to get up her motivation to come. Given direction by a friend, she had come to the Ranger's Station, taking their advice. Now, the young girl sat in a brightly lit room full of dead wood fashioned into various conveniences, like the chair upon which she had placed her tush, waiting for her turn.

Dressed in little more than leaves, and woven grass. Aside from being... a bit more exposed to the elements than one normally would this time of year, Sylvia's getup was rather modest. A distinct set of bark as accessories along her left arm, shoulders, and shins vaguely reminiscent of protective gear. Her cheeks, and bare arms decorated with patterns of red dye. In her lap, the only thing she'd brought with her that hadn't been tucked into a little leaf bag attached at her waist, sat. A shield made of darker bark pried long ago from a tree, complete with handles on the inside, and decorated with a red swirl on the front like a coat of arms. She had refused to come in without it, seeking comfort in its presence among so many strangers.

Her green hair remained uncombed beyond running fingers through, though had been washed just this morning in fresh water. It was done up in scattered braids held in place by bits of twig, and brightened with freshly fallen leaves. "Wish me luck," The girl said quietly but aloud, a few fingers idly tugging at the end of one of the braid. A soft smile touched her lips as she thought of the friend that had convinced her a month ago to begin an adventure, and seek out true companions. Like one she hoped to find here shortly.