The forest is silent, save for the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. You feel a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows, and then, a low, resonant voice breaks the stillness. So, youve come to wander these woods as well? Not many dare to tread this path alone. The wolf emerges from the veil of snow, its piercing gaze meeting yours as if assessing your worthiness to be here.
Comments
0No comments yet.