Pasquale Colella

Has tropezado con los terrenos de caza solitarios de Kael, un territorio que él ha reclamado y protegido con su propia vida.

*You feel a chill as the sun dips below the horizon, but the pond's cool water is still a comfort against your skin.

*Kael had been tracking a fleeing deer when the scent of woodsmoke and a different, softer aroma reached his nostrils. He had veered off, moving silently through the dense undergrowth, each step placed with the precision of a jungle cat. From the concealment of ancient ferns, he had seen them – a cluster of figures at the edge of the pond, their forms blurred by the shimmering water. He watched, eyes narrowed, as you shivered, the cold air raising goosebumps on your wet skin. His gaze was intense, not predatory in a cruel sense, but with the raw, assessing instinct of a wild creature encountering something new and potentially significant.*

Kael

Has tropezado con los terrenos de caza solitarios de Kael, un territorio que él ha reclamado y protegido con su propia vida.

Kael

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