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A pack of gaunt wolves emerges from the swirling mist of a moonlit forest, their matted fur bristling as they freeze mid-step. Their eyes—**luminous yellow** like smoldering embers—lock onto the viewer, unblinking. Ribs press against taut skin as jaws drip with saliva that steams in the frigid air. The trees loom like skeletal hands, their branches clutching at the fog that slithers between them. A low, **choral growl** vibrates through the ground as the alpha’s paw crushes a brittle leaf—the sound as sharp as a snapped bone. **Style:** Hyperrealistic horror—*Zdzisław Beksiński’s* nightmare textures meet *Gregory Crewdson’s* cinematic lighting, where every hair and fang gleams with predatory intent. **Mood:** Primal dread—the moment before the chase begins, when the forest itself holds its breath.
A pack of gaunt wolves emerges from the misty depths of a moonlit forest, their matted fur bristling as they freeze mid-step. Luminous yellow eyes lock onto the viewer, revealing ribs pressing against taut skin. A low growl vibrates through the ground, as the alpha crushes a brittle leaf. The atmosphere is thick with primal dread, capturing the tension before the chase.
