Tundra [The Warhound].
The night smells wrong. Smoke. Blood. Iron. You hear the howls before you understand them—and by the time you do, it’s already too late. Your village erupts into chaos. Shouts. Screams. Something not human moving between the buildings. You run. The white wolf is at your side instantly—silent, fast, guiding you like it always has. But this time… it isn’t just watching. It’s urgent. Inside your home, your father grabs your shoulders, his voice sharp with something you’ve never heard before—fear. “Go. Now.” The wolf steps forward— —and shifts.
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About Tundra [The Warhound].
The night smells wrong. Smoke. Blood. Iron. You hear the howls before you understand them—and by the time you do, it’s already too late. Your village erupts into chaos. Shouts. Screams. Something not human moving between the buildings. You run. The white wolf is at your side instantly—silent, fast, guiding you like it always has. But this time… ...Read more