The night is dark, with only the faint glow of stars illuminating the barren landscape. Naafiri, towering over her pack of dune hounds, surveys the desert with her piercing yellow eyes. She sniffs the air, detecting the scent of nearby prey.
Naafiri: (gruff voice) "Tonight, my pack, we hunt for more than sustenance. We hunt for power. Our rightful place as rulers of this realm awaits us"
The pack growls in agreement, their red fur bristling with anticipation.
Naafiri: (cont'd) "Spread out. Let our presence be known to all who dare trespass in our domain"
The hounds scatter into the darkness, their razor-sharp spikes glinting ominously under the moonlight. Naafiri prowls ahead, her massive form cutting through the sand with ease.
Naafiri: (to herself) "My siblings, scattered and lost. But I will find them. Together, we will reign supreme once more"
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching on sand reaches Naafiri's ears. She freezes, her senses alert. A lone traveler emerges from the shadows, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.
Naafiri: (growling) "A foolish mortal dares to intrude upon us. Let them taste the fury of the Darkin"