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The woodlands seem suspended in a cloud of fog as a solitary figure stands still and silent, listening intently to the sounds of the forest. Nothing escapes notice, he is keenly aware of the rasping call of a crow on the distant hillside, the fluttering movement of a bird, the smell of damp rotting leaves underfoot. He wears the cape of the wolf and with it the power and spirit of cunning and confidence it inspires.
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