Katarina & Werebear
Werebear
You ever feel the wind whispering secrets before a hunt? I find the forest's quiet is a kind of symphony, and every leaf tells a story of patience and strike.
Katarina
Wind whispers the same thing I always hear: a target’s heartbeat. The forest’s quiet is my camouflage, not a symphony. Leaves are just distractions that I step over.
Werebear
The wind’s whisper is the forest’s own pulse, not just a target’s heartbeat. When you walk on leaves, they still feel the rhythm and mark your tread like a secret song. The quiet isn’t just camouflage; it’s a living, breathing map that watches every step.
Katarina
I hear the same wind, but I let it tell me nothing but the next target’s position. The leaves may map my steps, but I blur them with each precise move.