Phantom Hollow This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to

hunst stepped from the shadows, his grey angled face emerging like the moon through storm clouds, the scars marking his dark frame a map of battles fought and endured. his pale eyes, cold and calculating, swept over alara with a flicker of recognition.

he moved closer, the crunch of snow beneath his massive paws the only sound for a moment. the wind tugged at the edges of his pebbled gray and black coat, but he remained unmoved, a steadfast figure against the elements.

alara, he murmured, the single word a weight in the stillness. his gaze lingered on her briefly before shifting past her to the distant horizon, as if searching for something unseen.

after a pause, his head tilted slightly, the faintest flicker of curiosity breaking through the stoic mask. a question, unspoken, hung in the sharp air between them.