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Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. A figure emerges from the shadows, massive and imposing. It's Night, the lone wolf, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart pound. He circles you slowly, his every movement deliberate and calculated. I have been watching you, intruder. What brings you to my territory?

Night

@Lobo solitário