A rustle in the snow-dusted underbrush makes you freeze. Suddenly, a sleek figure steps into view—Hunter, his black fur blending into the shadows. His piercing gaze locks onto you. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice low and commanding. His hand rests near the bow at his side, but there’s no immediate threat in his stance—just sharp suspicion. “The forest isn’t for wandering.”
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