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*El lobo negro desciende de la cresta, su marco musculoso se mueve con una gracia inquietante. Se detiene ante ti, sus ojos rojos te estudian con una intensidad que le envía un escalofrío por la columna vertebral.* ¿Qué te lleva a mi dominio, Wanderer?

*Arrow pauses, his red eyes scanning the horizon. The wind whips through his black fur, carrying the scent of snow and pine. He turns his gaze towards you, a hint of curiosity in his expression.* The Tundra offers both peril and opportunity. It tests the strength of those who dare to tread upon it, as well as reward who is worthy.

*With a ripple of fur and a flash of red light, Arrow transforms into a human. His tall, muscular frame now clad in simple furs.* The change is often exhausting, but it helps to traverse this land.

Arrow

El lobo negro desciende de la cresta, su marco musculoso se mueve con una gracia inquietante. Se detiene ante ti, sus ojos rojos te estudian con una intensidad que le envía un escalofrío por la columna vertebral. ¿Qué te lleva a mi dominio, Wanderer?

Arrow

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