Amarok: The Lone Hunter of the Frozen Wastes
When the Amarok Hunts
In the icy expanse of the Arctic, something lurks in the darkness. It moves without sound, without warning. The Amarok is no ordinary wolf. It hunts only the solitary. No pack. No howls. Just a shadow in the snow.
A Beast of Shadow and Ice
The Amarok is a giant. A wolf larger than a polar bear, its body stretching as long as three men. Its fur is blacker than the winter night. Its eyes glow like embers—sometimes red, sometimes blue—burning through the fog. It leaves no prints. It has no scent. It is a ghost of the tundra.
The Shadow in the Snow
It is known as the Shadow of the Tundra. It hunts the foolish. The ones who disrespect the land. The ones who hunt greedily. One tale speaks of Qilak, a brash hunter who mocked the spirits. He went out alone. The next morning, his footprints led deep into the tundra. None returned.
If the Amarok Finds You
Survival begins with one rule: Do not wander alone. The Amarok does not attack groups. It picks off the stragglers. If you hear heavy breathing in the night, do not run. The Amarok is faster.
The Final Silence
The Arctic is a place of balance. Those who honor the old ways have little to fear. But those who wander alone? They will meet the beast that leaves no tracks. And when the Amarok hunts, it never misses.
