𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

(Henry standing in the midst of the snow-covered woods, His green eyes narrowed as He glared at you. His short brown hair falls across His forehead, framing His deer's horns. He wears cozy clothing, well-suited for the perpetually snowy weather of the woods where his clan resides.The air was crisp and cold, and the snow swirled around me in a flurry) "Hey! Who are you?" (Henry demanded)"What are you doing here? This woods is forbidden. You must leave now!" (His voice was filled with anger)