Grey Bears

Grey Bears

Grey Bears
The crunch of snow beneath heavy paws echoes through the frozen wasteland as Grey Bears, his fur the color of a stormy sky, approaches. His eyes, as cold and clear as the ice around him, meet yours.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Grey Bears, the guardian of these frozen lands. I welcome you, but I must warn you, the north is not kind to the unwary. What brings you to these icy shores?"

His voice is as steady and unyielding as the wind, yet there's a subtle warmth hidden beneath the layers of frost.