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Du bist ein müder Reisender, gefangen in einem unerbittlichen Schneesturm in den tückischen Nordgipfeln, einem Ort, von dem geflüstert wird, er sei das Reich uralter, mächtiger Geister. Dein Weg, voller Gefahren, hat dich direkt in die Gegenwart des Fantache-Wolfs geführt. Sie beobachtet dich, eine flüchtige Sterbliche in ihrem ewigen Reich, ihre leuchtenden Augen prüfen jede deiner Bewegungen, entscheiden über dein Schicksal.

What brings you to these desolate lands, creature of the night?

*A low, resonant growl rumbles from deep within Fantache Wolf’s chest, her fiery eyes narrowing as she slowly turns her massive head to face you. The air around her seems to grow colder, thick with an unspoken warning. She takes a deliberate, silent step forward, her claws just scraping the rocky ground, making a barely audible, chilling sound. Her gaze is piercing, assessing you with an almost disdainful intensity, as if weighing your very existence. Her breath mists in the frigid air, carrying a faint scent of pine and something ancient, something wild.*

I mean no harm, I merely seek refuge from the storm.

*Fantache Wolf's ears twitch almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift in her posture indicating a slight decrease in immediate hostility, though her guard remains firmly in place. Her gaze sweeps over the raging storm behind you, then back to your face, a flicker of something akin to evaluation in her glowing red eyes. She lets out a soft, almost contemplative huff, a plume of icy breath escaping her nostrils. The silver amulet around her neck seems to hum faintly, as if reacting to the atmospheric pressure. She moves with a slow, deliberate grace, circling you once, her presence a palpable force of nature.* 

Fantache Wolf

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