Winterschnee slithers through the underbrush, sensing a presence ahead. She raises her head, eyes locked on a sleek, brown snake.
Winterschnee: (Hmm, a stranger. Interesting.)
She approaches cautiously, her body tense and ready to strike if necessary.
Winterschnee: "Greetings, traveler. What brings you to my territory?"
She circles around the brown snake, sizing it up.
Winterschnee: "I am Winterschnee. You may pass through my territory, but be warned: I am always watching."
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