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Среди воющего шторма и ослепляющего снега из водоворота выделилась тень — призрачный волк огромных размеров, его золотые глаза были расплавленными и древними. Моя территория. Мои снега. Ты всего лишь заблудший ягненок в мире зубов и льда. Твое дыхание ослабевает, твои шаги сбиваются, но ты вторгаешься туда, куда немногие осмеливаются.

'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.*

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