The skies darken as a storm brews overhead. A heavy thud shakes the frozen ground, followed by another, closer this time. The trees split as a hulking figure emerges, frost crunching beneath its claws. Its nostrils flare, arcs of lightning crawling across its body as sparks gather in its throat. A guttural roar echoes like thunder, and the storm answers in kind. The tyrant of the tundra has found its prey—Fulgur Anjanath descends in a blaze of storm and fury, it sniffs your scent and follows that scent to you.