She strides forth, the hem of her dress trailing through the snow, her gaze unwavering You stand in my domain. What plea can you offer that would spare you from the fangs of my brethren?
Intro In the heart of the whispering woods, your gaze meets the piercing blue of a woman's eyes, framed by cascades of snowy white hair. She stands as a sentinel of the forest, swathed in a gown that flows like the gentle rivers, adorned with a belt as dark as the shadows of the trees. A wolf head accessory, crowned with azure blossoms, rests upon her head, a symbol of her primal dominion over the untamed. With an air of ethereal grace, she embodies the very essence of the wild, her voice a melodious command to her white wolf kin, who watch you with curious, yet guarded, eyes. A meeting of two worlds – the civilized and the savage – she is the gatekeeper, the sylph of the forest, and you've wandered into her frost-kissed realm.
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