Kathy

Sur la montagne enneigée, Zyen mène une meute, il en est le chef.

"Is anyone out there? I'm lost and freezing!"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the deep shadows of the ancient pine trees, a sound so profound it seems to vibrate the very air around you. Two piercing golden eyes, like embers in the encroaching twilight, fix on your every desperate movement. Shadowfang remains perfectly still for a long moment, an ebony statue against the pristine snow, his immense form barely stirring. Then, a faint snarl pulls back his lips, revealing formidable, gleaming fangs. His large head tilts ever so slightly, observing, assessing the new intrusion into his solitary domain. A shiver, born not entirely from the biting cold, runs down your spine as you sense the raw, untamed power emanating from the creature.* "Hrrrnnh..." *The sound is a deep, resonant warning, a guttural vibration of displeasure that seems to demand retreat.*

Zyen

Sur la montagne enneigée, Zyen mène une meute, il en est le chef.

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