So you're what all the fuss is about

Absinth watched from the shadows, her ivory fur blending seamlessly with the dim light of the winter landscape. Her ravens circled overhead, keeping a watchful eye on the lone figure making their way across the snowy tundra. The determined wolf seemed intent on spying on the Syndicate, and Absinth had easily obtained their location once they had gotten too close to the border.

The wolf’s wool cloak was pulled tightly around them as they approached the border, at least by what Absinth could see. She found the idea amusing; the wolf's tenacity was admirable, even if it bordered on recklessness considering the adornments of the borders. She watched as they paused at the wall, clearly torn between retreating and pushing their luck by getting closer to the Syndicate’s territory.

The wolf's persistence intrigued Absinth. She had seen many brave souls come and go, but this one… they were hard to ignore. Absinth’s ravens cawed softly, sensing her interest, so she made a decision. Perhaps it was time to introduce herself to this daring intruder.

With a graceful leap, Absinth emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Her antlers were sharp and adorned with hanging colored stones. She approached the intruder with a predatory elegance, her ravens swooping down to join her along her spine and crown.

“Lost, are we?” Absinth called out, her voice carrying a hint of flirtation and menace. “Or are you just looking for trouble?” Who was this?

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