She pauses and looks around for imminent danger. Nothing seems out of place? She's in a kind of dull grassland, with rocks and trees here and there. She sees something moving in one of the trees, and a bird flying off in the distance. But no charging minotaur or evil wizard or anything like that.

"Eh, shrug. Safe enough to experiment. Hmm. Status! Info. Tutorial? Guide? Menu. System. Inventory? Magic- Magic holy shit RAX! CHIRR! TAL! KOT!"

She cackles like mad as a bolt of flame erupts from her outstretched finger, petering off into the distance.

"So much untapped POWER!"

"-Ah fuck, that, hmm, I don't know how common magic is here. Maybe everyone can do that. And - no tutorial or system, so probably not an outright LITRPG. Something feels off."

Her balance is wrong; She looks behind herself and sees a strongly wagging bushy tail. 

She rubs a hand through the fur and shivers, then grins.

"...God that's weird. Ears too?"

Poke, poke. She flicks one of them and grimaces.

"Yep, ears too. And my feet are some sort of claws, and as soon I think about hunting..." She feels an urge, an instinct, to go find a nice place to hide and watch for movement.

"...Animalistic. Hrm. Eh. 'S probably fine. Foxgirl, huh? I can dig it. I think I'm shorter too... And my boobs are staying up even without a bra? Good. Fuck bras. Not literally."

"Okay, girl, freaking out about DOING! MAGIC! later. Get situated first. Clothes, how about those, what's she wearing. Seems to be a pretty sturdy traveling outfit? And ooh, there's a bag here. Let's see what cool starting gear I got outta this loot box, I seem to just know what it all is, system or not."

She starts opening the side pouches. "Hmm, witchy outfit? Ooh, magic book, this thing feels special. Spellcasting aide and guide. Nice. Big wand. Apparently a 'tentacle wand'? Shit. It'd better not fuckin' molest me. Magic water jug, sweet. Goddamn holy grail of unpoison. Fancy spatula that makes stuff tasty. Really good lookin' boots. This stuff... Magic kit, sweet. The wand's not as good as the tentacle one though. Fireproof cloak, and it's real snazzy too, I love it. A little food, and some tools. And holy shit some kinda mythic-tier healer staff with gold and gemstones. Judgement Rod, yeah, this thing seems like a cheat item."

She unpacks the picnic basket and idly starts munching on the food inside.

"Guess I'd better look for my next meal for when this is gone. I don't see any sign of civilization around here. Magic, magic, what kinda magic shsssstuff can I do, huh? Lots, apparently. And I'm a DEX monster now. Avatar stuff, heals and turn undead, some other stuff, and... Enchanting. Runecarving. Sweet. That'll be fun. I can sell magic items and laze around the rest of the time. Unless it's a stupid common ability again. Honestly I seem to have a lot going for me, which makes me damn suspicious about where the other shoe's gonna drop... Maybe everything's toxic and deadly. Fun. Fun, fun, fun. What, to, do, first..." She looks at the distant tree again.

"So, I can make magic items," the details of the work spilling out of her head as she considers. "Get some wood, spend a couple hours carving it all out... Bam, magic. Maybe I'd better go hunting first, but magic! Yep, magic wins. I'll tell grumbly-belly later to freakin' deal with it, and it'll be my own damn fault."

"Hup!" She tries to hoist the big bag up on her back, and immediately nearly falls over at the weight. "Goddamn assburger what does this thing weigh? Chirr vinlo. Haha, take that. Magic, bitch."

The bag is now floating gently in midair. It's taking a trickle of effort and attention to keep it that way.

"I'll set the wand to do this for me later, I think it can do that... Weirdass magic isekai instincts. Hmph."

She takes a good look around as she walks to the tree, the target of her designs.

"Yep, That Is Sure Some Wilderness. No idea where I am and can't see any real points of interest except for A: Rocky Hill and B: Patch Of Woods and C: Ooh actually I recognize that! Berries! Next stop after Punch Tree. Honestly, these tools might not be worth carting around if I can just do magic instead. Constructs, huh? I guess I dunno how fast mana comes back yet..."

Wynn tries to chop down the tree. First with the actual axe, and then with magic constructs. This proves to be harder than expected. She knows how, she can make the little notch as required, but... Muscle pain and sweat. Bleh.

"Okay so I'm still weak as hell. Or not strong anyway. Hmph..." She considers. "Fine, fine. I'll just use a branch. What kind of magic thing to make, though... I have that cheat item holy rod for fighting... Something less, uh, destructive would probably be a nice option. Javelin? Bow? ...Bow needs string and arrows, ugh. Javelin. With, hmm... I can make it seeking, nice. My aim is probably real shitty. Use it for hunting. Air so it's floaty, seeking so I don't have to aim... And the launchy bit..." She sketches in the dirt, not the hellishly complicated actual runes, but simplified symbols, trying to picture how it will work.

She cuts off a good-sized branch, and uses the tools in the bag and construct magic to strip and shape it into a nice javelin.

"Fear me, o nature, and my pointy stick! Knife goes exactly where I want it, every time. This thing's balanced. Just wood, but... So I have to dry it and then treat it with something... The freakin' aphrodisiac sap will do okay-ish, apparently... God, I have crafting cheat too huh? Okay, now for the runes, this is the hard part."

Carving the appropriate runes into the wood while also magically charging them is a delicate and focused process. Wynn doesn't get bored, muttering a constant stream of comments about curves and lines to herself, because she is DOING! MAGIC! SHE IS MAKING A GODDAMN MAGIC SPEAR! How cool is that!

So she doesn't notice the pack of Unusually Large Wolves approaching over the grass until they start making barking and yipping noises as they approach.

She jerks her Projection carving tool, ruining the sub-rune she was in progress on. "Woah hey what the fuck?!? Wolves! Shit!"

She digs through her bag, looking for her cheat item. "Teach me to do some situational awareness fucking monofocus on the- There you are!"

Now wielding her Judgement Rod, she feels much more confident, and takes a look at the approaching pack.

Which lets her tell, actually, something in those weird fox instincts expanding to give her a side-view on wolf behavior, how weird is that- "Focus, focus. Yeah, they're acting - nice? Definitely not in killing mode. But-" She sniffs the air, then blanches in horror. "Gack. No. Don't tell me..." She glances down, seeing under the three leader-wolves... Large, red dicks. She can smell how horny they are. And they're... Very very intent on her, for some reason.

And as soon as she has that thought, she realizes in the same hey-listen way her magic revealed itself that- She could get pregnant from them. Unless she decides not to ahead of time.

"Fuck that! No puppies! Oh, fuck off! I knew it was too good to be true!" Her tail puffs up and her ears lie flat against her head. Her body language is pretty clear to them, at least on an instinctual level. Startled, unfriendly hostile. And intruding in their territory.

That makes this a fight. The wolves are pretty close now, and having finished sizing her up, they start spreading out in a wide circle around her, growling.

"I may be a pervert on the internet, but not in real life you mutts! Stay back or get fried!"

She works her way through magic as she rants - silent casting, huh, sweet. It's a lot harder. "But the simple stuff, like this shield... I can do it fast and silent."

One of the wolves darts forward and nips at her. She dodges out of the way and responds with a wild swing from the heavy Judgement Rod. Another two wolves then try to attack from behind, bouncing off her hasty shield.

"Fuck this! Raxchirrtal-LO!" She follows the path the magic takes inside her, not pushing all the way to a projectile, but instead channeling the attack magic into a sort of flamethrower constantly emitting from her head. She spins in a circle, flaring out at all the wolves - dodges another attempted strike from behind -

"Seriously, I'm magic and I'm not going to let a bunch of mangy mutts fuck me, fucking gross! Run away! No? Stubborn, are we? Fine! One more to make the message sink in! Raxchirrtalkot!"

The bolt of fire impacts the biggest and baddest of the wolves right in the flank. It yelps in pain, and just as quickly as they attacked, the wolves are fleeing, whining and afraid.

"And Growlithe is unable to battle! Wynn is victorious! Fuck!"

She flops down onto the hard dirt, leaning onto her leather bag. And just. SCREAMS. AS LOUD AS SHE CAN. AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND SCREAMS SOME MORE. FOR A SOLID MINUTE. AND LAUNCHES BLASTS OF MAGIC IN THE AIR. AND SWEARS REALLY LOUD.

(Her tentacle wand glows slightly and manifests it's namesake tentacle, or one at least, inching towards her and latching onto her arm due to the sheer magical output. It's not independent enough to do more than that or keep her from shaking it off, though.)

Something makes her stand up and look around, a frisson of fear going through her frame. She squints in the distance and sees a bunch of human-shaped figures, wearing battered armor and carrying weapons. Several are riding horses. One raises a - crossbow? And "FUCKSHIELD!"

The bolt hits her small panel shield and bursts into a cloud of dust. She breathes in a bit of it and flinches away; She instantly feels a bit lightheaded and numb before she scrambles away. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Surrender now and it won't hurt! Much! But if you fight us we'll be taking our frustrations out on you!"

"How about FUCK YOU, KOT!"

A powerful burst of fire lances out to the apparent-leader, who spoke. He raises his arm to intercept the bolt, flinching but not otherwise particularly affected.

Meanwhile, Wynn is scrambling to put away her 'cheat items' and levitate the bag, muttering insults at whatever brought her here the whole time.

"They have horses, they're gonna be faster than me. Run or fight? There's like twenty of them, fucking god. Slavers, fuck you..."

Aha. Judgement Rod. She waves it threateningly in the air.

"OI! Last chance to FUCK OFF!"

They talk quietly for a bit, and fuck off. Vanishing behind a hill without a trace.

Probably still watching, though.

After a short victory dance, she works out a quick MAGIC spell to tell her the direction and distance of the nearest human.

They're still out there. Watching her.

She can finish the enchanted javelin later. She gathers berries and aphrodisiac sap into one of the canteen things - lots of calories, and the chalice can cut that shit out - and starts jogging Away from the group of slaving bandits.

She hunts down a poor rabbit with a cutting gust, skins and cooks and eats it and basks in the little jolt of pride and satisfaction.

When night falls she makes a little tenthut with Earth magic and tries to feel out her mana - she was starting to stretch it a bit during the fights earlier, but hadn't nearly tapped it dry. She pokes the magic around, getting used to the muscle memory on something that's not muscle and she didn't practice...

The slavers follow her slow march, not getting much further away. They don't seem to know exactly where she is but are tracking her somehow.

The thing is, a powerful and attractive magic user would make a really profitable slave. If they spend too long trying to set an ambush or take too many risks it's all for naught, though.

She carves more magic into bits of wood and rock. Her seeking air javelin, alarm wards, "grenades" and "land mines". A wooden shield reinforced with magic.

She sets up her tentacle wand to automate levitating her bag, a quick fire shield, and something to keep the rain off.

She keeps evading the fucking slavers, looking for other signs of civilization and seeing the occasional old camp but not meeting anyone.

She masturbates, with a vibrating dildo she made herself, and finds out that new new body is a bit better optimized for this than before.

Soon she has left the raiders behind, too quick and paranoid for them to ambush and wasting too much of their time. 

But now she finds herself edging into a very different biome. A vast jungle full of darkened trees and new dangers.

And more things thst want to fuck or eat her. Which she tends to kill with fire. Still, edge of the forest might not be a bad place to set up a more permanent camp?