| So, I will paint you... on the shimmering snow. |
with the branches of hunched, dark fir trees, pale starlight, and the icy water of the fjords. I will paint you with eyes the color of a wolf pack, cold as the northern moon. Gray wolves will stand beside you, howling with their heads raised to the bottomless black sky – they are neither your enemies nor your servants, but your friends and comrades, free and fearless. And a wise raven, Odin's bird, will perch on your shoulder. |
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A cold image, it doesn't quite match, I think. Maybe it's because I chose the ice dragon

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with the branches of hunched, dark fir trees, pale starlight, and the icy water of the fjords. I will paint you with eyes the color of a wolf pack, cold as the northern moon. Gray wolves will stand beside you, howling with their heads raised to the bottomless black sky – they are neither your enemies nor your servants, but your friends and comrades, free and fearless. And a wise raven, Odin's bird, will perch on your shoulder.