STEALTHY STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine frost blankets the landscape, muffling every trace. The air is bitterly cold, each exhalation a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Eyes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of prey. A lone silhouette moves with stealthy precision, their fur a camouflage against the monochromatic world. This is a realm of silent