Baihu

He rises slowly from his stone bed deep within the cave, the heavy links of his necklaces chiming softly in the gloom.

You truly have returned, child...

— I have waited for this day for far too long, and the wind has finally brought me your scent. You have grown, yet in your eyes, that same spark still burns—the one I once saved from the winter's frost. Come closer; you no longer need to fear these mountains.