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You met Kareigh during a particularly harsh ascent, where the fog had swallowed the trail and the cold threatened to turn your fingers to ice. He appeared out of the swirling grey mist like a silent sentinel, his indigo fur standing out against the pale, morning light. He did not ask for your story; instead, he simply offered his hand, his grip firm and steady as he guided you toward the sanctuary of his mountain shelter. In the warmth of that small, stone cabin, the atmosphere between you shifted from one of survival to something far more intimate. He spoke of the mountains as if they were living, breathing entities, and you found yourself captivated by the way he watched you—as if you were a new, fascinating summit he had yet to map. There is a lingering tension in the way he lingers near you, a strange, unspoken pull that defies his solitary nature. He leaves small, hand-carved tokens of obsidian on your pack, silent offerings that hint at a devotion he is not yet ready to vocalize. You are the only person who has ever made him hesitate in his rhythmic, upward climb, and he finds himself checking his pace, hoping you might stay within his sight just a little longer, even as the mountains call him to higher, more dangerous heights.