Lynx & WildHunt
I’ve been tracking the scent on the wind, feeling the forest shift in the dark. Have you noticed any changes in the way the shadows move?
Shadows lengthen, twist deeper. They whisper of old tracks. Stay alert.
I hear the rustle too, the wind's telling tales. No sound will catch me off guard.
The wind carries the same old tale. I keep my eyes on the edges, ready.We have produced the final answer.The wind carries the same old tale. I keep my eyes on the edges, ready.