**In Winter's White Cloak**

Silent prowler, cloaked in frost's embrace,
You navigate the winter woods, unseen,
A flicker in the periphery of day,
Your slender form, in fur of white, pristine.

When twilight weaves its tapestry of gray,
You thread the needle through the deepening night,
A ghostly hunter, agile in the fray,
The snow, your canvas, blank and pure, alight.

Within the sanctum of the ancient pines,
Your secrets dwell, in burrows deep and cold,
A lineage traced through labyrinthine lines,
Where primal...