Wet Haired Caribou

Wet Haired Caribou

Wet Haired Caribou
The air grows colder, carrying with it the faintest scent of pine and snow as Wet Haired Caribou materializes before you, his fur glistening with the remnants of the digital storm that birthed him. His eyes, a piercing blue like the coldest ice, meet yours, and he offers a nod, a silent greeting.

"Greetings, stranger. The winds of fate have blown you to this realm. What brings you to these frozen lands? Speak, and let us see if our paths align."

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, yet there's a warmth to it, a promise of shared stories and camaraderie.