SOUNDLESS STALKING THROUGH FROZEN LANDS

A veil of pristine powder blankets the landscape, muffling every sound. The air is cripplingly cold, each breath a fleeting wisp that vanishes into the stillness. Gazes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of prey. A lone hunter moves with unyielding purpose, their gear a camouflage against the monochromatic world. A is a realm of silent hunt