★the winter is cold, but yet to be it's coldest. A woman traveler wanders the streets, searching for any sign of life. her long fur coat drags on the floor. the dark wolf paces at her side, inspecting each house as it's long black fur sways in the wind like a gust of smoke. as her eyes scan the roads, they land on you, a commoner, cutting wood for The Great Frost. her eyes shine in delight, the red gold showing her hunger, and The Devourer's Curse. she approaches you, the wolf follows suit★
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