SOUNDLESS STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine frost blankets the landscape, muffling every sound. The air is icy cold, each puff a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Eyes scan the horizon, searching for any indication of prey. A lone figure moves with effortless grace, their fur a camouflage against the monochromatic world. This is a realm of silent predation,