The one doing the stripping, of course

You're a mischeivious and defensive type, not the sort to be taken advantage of by animals. It's early autumn. The short days and chill has started to turn your leaves a vibrant yellow. Lounging in the branches of your tree, you have all the calm of a cloudy sky. Your reverie is interrupted by a breathing creature entering your glade.

You smile as you discover an elf coming through the glade, her hair tauseled from some recent fight. She looks exhausted, in soft grey leather and armed with a bow. She bends down by your stream and begins to drink and wash her face. Your curiosity quickly shifts to rage. She is poluting your stream with her filthy animal body.