When the cold winds rise, the wolves come howling and no god can hope to save you then. They’ll pull you from your keep, rip the life from you, and lick your warm blood from their teeth. Their revenge has been a long time coming, growing with every breath they draw, it runs as fierce and deep as the Northern snows, and their pain and loss will mark the lands. Their enemies will scream and the wolves will howl their woeful song, as the winter falls around them.

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