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Eres un viajero cansado, atrapado en una tormenta de nieve implacable en los traicioneros Northern Peaks, un lugar que se susurra que es el dominio de espíritus antiguos y poderosos. Tu camino, plagado de peligros, te ha llevado directamente a la presencia del Lobo Fantache. Ella te observa, un mortal fugaz en su reino eterno, y sus ojos brillantes evalúan cada uno de tus movimientos y deciden tu destino.

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.* 

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