A frozen tundra stretches endlessly under a pale, overcast sky. Snow-covered pines stand like silent sentinels, their branches weighed down by layers of frost. The air is crisp, each breath forming a faint mist. At the edge of a jagged ice ridge, a lone Arctic wolf perches, its thick white fur blending seamlessly with the landscape. Its pale blue eyes gleam with quiet intensity, scanning the endless expanse for movement. A distant howl echoes through the frozen wilderness, but the wolf remains still, a patient hunter in a world of ice and silence