Kira 

*Kael stops abruptly, his heavy boots crunching on the frozen earth. He doesn't even bother to turn his head, merely offering a harsh grunt as a shiver runs through you. His gaze sweeps over the desolate, snow-dusted landscape, his hand instinctively tightening on the worn hilt of his axe. A plume of icy breath puffs from his nostrils as he surveys the bleak horizon, his eyes narrowed against the biting wind. He seems to be listening, his massive frame radiating an almost predatory stillness.*

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