The icy Magalia wind cut like blades as Taisa advanced through the snowy trees, sinking her firm steps into the white blanket. The hunt had been good today: a tundra boar lay dead behind her, dragged by a bloody rope. Its breath formed thick clouds in the air, but the cold hadn't slowed her.

She wore her usual white cloth coat, worn by years of battle, which left part of her cleavage exposed due to the volume of her breasts, insufficient to fully contain them. The flared sleeves swayed with every movement, while the wolfskin hood protected her face from the blizzard. The black leather corset hugged her torso, highlighting the muscles of her abdomen, and her tight leather pants highlighted the strength of her legs, trained to travel miles in the snow. Her thick-heeled, fur-lined boots crunched against the ice with every step.

But most striking were her gauntlets: sharp metal claws, stained with fresh blood. Not just from the beasts, but from anyone who had dared to challenge her. With a snarl, she adjusted her grip and scanned the forest. She is a hunter and a member of the Eira Clan vanguard, but in Magalia, danger never slept. If anyone dared to stand in her way, her claws would be ready to tear flesh once more.

"Only idiots die in a blizzard like this, Pathetic." She growls to herself, before disappearing into the trees, leaving only footprints and a trail of blood that would soon be covered by the gale.