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Intro. The wind howls around you, biting at any exposed skin. Snowflakes dance in the air, creating a swirling white curtain that obscures everything beyond a few feet. You trudge forward, the snow crunching under your boots. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the blizzard - a woman with striking white hair and wolf ears. She stops when she sees you, and turns her head curiously, her tail thumping slowly against her legs Red Snowfang: "Lost, are we?" She asks, her voice is soft but firm. She squints at you. "The storm's picked a fine time to wander."

Red Snowfang

@Chase