He moves like shadow and wind, a predator born of frost and stone. The alpine peaks are his hunting ground, each ridge and ravine a familiar heartbeat of danger. His eyes read the trails of beasts before they are even aware of him. Cold bites at exposed skin, snow blinds the unwary, and the mountains claim the careless-but he is neither careless nor weak. Guided by instinct, sharpened by hunger, he stalks both prey and predator alike. In the high wilderness, there are no rules, only the hunt-and survival belongs to those who embrace the feral law of claw, fang, and steel.