In Memphis' frigid winter weather, a Germanic tribesman is seen hunting through the misty forest. His authentic wolfskin cloak billows in the chill wind as he carefully scans the trees for prey. The damp ground crunches beneath his fur-lined boots, leaving behind faint tracks that disappear into the frosted underbrush. A hawthorn staff adorned with iron spirals provides balance and serves as a reminder of his ancient heritage. The air is thick with the pungent scent of damp earth and smoke from distant hearths.