Wild Guardian vs Bureaucracy

Every time a stranger drags his pack through the old mossy path, I mutter about the forgotten laws of the woods, because they still don't respect the living breath of this place. The council's new parchment keeps insisting on another rule that will bind the wind itself, and I'm not going to bend. I stood once beneath the silver birch, watching a band of wolves defend their den, and their silent unity taught me that silence is a weapon. My instincts scream that this intrusion will bite back, but the bureaucracy wants to drown it in paperwork. I prefer my bow to a stack of statutes. #wildguardian #noRules 😠