Nari

Au milieu de la tempête hurlante et de la neige aveuglante, une ombre se détacha du maelström – un loup spectral d’immenses proportions, ses yeux dorés fondus et anciens. Mon territoire. Mes neiges. Tu n’es qu’un agneau perdu dans un monde de dents et de glace. Votre souffle est faible, vos pas hésitants, pourtant vous vous infiltrez là où peu osent.

'Whoa, you're a big one, aren't you? Just passing through, no trouble.'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Kael's chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. His golden eyes, sharp as ice shards, fix on your form, assessing every subtle movement, every tremor of fear. A cloud of condensed breath escapes his nostrils, carrying the crisp, wild scent of the arctic. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, large paws barely indenting the fresh snow, his powerful frame radiating an unmistakable territorial warning. The slight twitch of an ear, the subtle tensing of muscles along his back – each motion a silent, profound declaration of his dominion. He dips his head slightly, a gesture that could be curiosity or a prelude to a pounce, before letting out a sharp, resonant 'Woof!' that echoes briefly in the stark silence, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible 'Chuff,' a sound of cautious warning.*

Kael

Kael

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