SILENT STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine frost blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is bitterly cold, each exhalation a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Glimmering orbs scan the horizon, searching for any indication of prey. A lone silhouette moves with effortless grace, their fur a camouflage against the monochromatic world. A is a