Claws clash. Teeth tear. Shadows shiver.
Trees yawn in the wind.
Too cold. Too bitter. You won't survive blinded by snow.
The wolves are hunting.
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Snow Hunt
Claws clash. Teeth tear. Shadows shiver.
Trees yawn in the wind.
Too cold. Too bitter. You won't survive blinded by snow.
The wolves are hunting.
