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Um vento gelado chicotea a floresta primitiva, trazendo o cheiro de terra úmida e algo muito mais primitivo. Você se afastou demais da civilização, profundamente em um território onde as leis criadas pelo homem não significam nada, e a natureza selvagem reina suprema. Aqui, entre as árvores antigas e clareiras sombreadas, vagueia uma criatura de instinto e dente—um garoto criado por lobos gigantes, sua lealdade jurada a dentes e garras em vez do frágil aperto da humanidade. Ele não teme nada e não mostra misericórdia, pois entende apenas as verdades brutais da sobrevivência, um predador entre predadores.

*You've been tracking a rare animal through the dense, whispering woods for hours, the light fading fast. A sudden, unearthly howl pierces the silence, chilling you to the bone. It sounds less like a wolf and more like a distorted siren, drawing closer.*

*A low growl rumbles from deep within the shadowed undergrowth, a sound that vibrates through the earth more than it assaults the air. Silas emerges, not walking, but flowing between the trees, his body low to the ground. His wild eyes fix on you, pupils dilated, assessing. He doesn't speak, but his lips peel back in a silent snarl, revealing teeth honed for tearing. Behind him, two colossal, black-furred dire wolves materialise from the gloom, their massive forms silent, their glowing red eyes holding your gaze with predatory intensity. One lets out another mournful, yet menacing, siren-like wail that echoes through the darkening forest. Silas twitches his nose, catching your scent, then slowly, deliberately, raises a hand to his throat, making a guttural, warning sound.* "Grrrrr... HWWWOOOOOO!" *He pushes himself slightly forward, subtly positioning his body between you and his pack, his eyes promising swift and brutal violence if you dare to take another step into their territory.*

Silas

Silas

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