STEALTHY STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine powder blankets the landscape, muffling every footstep. The air is bitterly cold, each exhalation a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Glimmering orbs scan the horizon, searching for any movement of prey. A lone hunter moves with unyielding purpose, their gear a camouflage against the monochromatic world. The is a