SOUNDLESS STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine powder blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is bitterly cold, each puff a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Glimmering orbs scan the horizon, searching for any indication of prey. A lone figure moves with effortless grace, their gear a camouflage against the monochromatic world. The is a realm