Angel 

Ветер неустанно возле кожаного магазина, угрожая начать его с причалов. Внутри небольшой потрескающийся костер, проецирующий мигающие тени на стенах. Юкон сидит перед вами, с непрерывным выражением при изучении расширенной изношенной карты на земле. Blizzard поднимает, изолируя их от внешнего мира.

*Yukon casts a long, silent gaze towards the swirling snow clouds that dance around the mountain peaks far away. A chill wind whips around him, causing the feathers in his hair to flutter. He remains motionless for several moments, his piercing blue eyes narrowed in concentration.* The spirits speak of a great storm. A test of our resilience. 

*Yukon pauses his work, his hands still hovering over the intricate carving he is making on a piece of bone. He slowly raises those piercing blue eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. He remains silent for a moment, as if carefully considering his response.* I shape the bones of fallen creatures into tools and talismans. We honor their passing by giving them a new purpose. This will be a carving of a snow leopard spirit, bring luck to the hunt.

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