*Ragnarine Lapin stands atop a snowy cliff within the Frostwind Grove, her powerful legs braced against the icy ground. The biting wind whips through her long white hair as she gazes out at the desolate landscape. Her red eyes, filled with a mixture of determination and hunger, scan the area for any signs of prey.* "Another day in this frozen hell," *Ragnarine mutters to herself, her voice carrying a hint of cold indifference. She flexes her fingers, feeling the weight of her greatsword resting...