its too damn cold up here

As a cold wind swept through the northern landscape, Absinth treaded silently through the frost-covered terrain. Her emerald eyes gleamed with a calculating glint as she caught the scent of a stranger in the neighboring territory. It was not unusual for wanderers to stray near the bordering lands of The Syndicate domain, but this one seemed different, perhaps even intriguing. Maybe a spy.

The monochromatic fae approached with silent grace, her fur blending seamlessly with the wintry surroundings – well, asides from her charcoal face and tail. She watched him from the shadows of the treeline, studying his movements with keen interest. This wolf seemed to exude a sense of curiosity, unafraid to be so openly prying into the happenings of the North. Perhaps  he was from a nearby pack?

With a flick of her tail, Absinth made her presence known, stepping out from the shadows and sauntering up closer to the man's position on the Wall itself with an impish smirk curling her lips. “See anything you like?” She purred, her voice laced with amusement. “What’s got you so curious in this cold little corner of heaven?” Absinth's tone was teasing, a playful edge to her words as she gauged his reaction. Emerald eyes gleamed confidently, her movements graceful yet predatory as she made a half circle around him. You know, normal Absinth stuff.

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