A bitter wind swept across the Frost Islands, carrying with it the sting of ice and the sharp scent of monster musk. Snow crunched underfoot as the frozen sea groaned in the distance, massive ice floes grinding together like the teeth of some slumbering beast.

Then came the howling.

High, sharp cries echoed across the tundra—Baggi calls, short and urgent, bouncing off jagged ice spires. The sound raised the hairs on the back of your neck. Baggi rarely called like that unless something was hunting… or being hunted.

You reached the edge of a frost-covered ridge and peered down into a shallow basin below.

There it was.

The Great Baggi stood at the center of the clearing, its blue-gray hide mottled with frost and scars from countless hunts. Yellow eyes gleamed beneath its hooded crest as it reared back and unleashed a commanding roar. At once, smaller Baggi emerged from behind snowbanks and broken ruins, answering their leader’s call and spreading out in a practiced formation.

Cold vapor poured from the Great Baggi’s maw as it stalked forward, claws digging into ice. Its throat sacs pulsed faintly, gathering a chilling mist—the telltale sign of its sleep-inducing breath. With a sharp snap of its jaws, the creature sprayed the icy cloud across the ground, freezing the air and leaving behind a haze that promised drowsiness and danger in equal measure.

The pack moved as one.

Two Baggi circled wide, snapping at anything that strayed too close, while another darted forward to test for weakness. The Great Baggi watched it all, tail swaying, calculating, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Nearby, broken supply crates and frozen claw marks told a clear story—hunters had passed through recently. Maybe they had escaped. Maybe they hadn’t.

Your breath fogged in the air as you felt it then—the unmistakable pressure of a monster locking onto you as prey.

The Great Baggi’s gaze snapped in your direction.

It threw back its head and roared again, louder this time, shaking loose snow from the cliffs above. The pack answered, claws scraping, bodies tensing.

The hunt was on.