He’s the cold that bites back. Frostgnarl doesn’t howl, he hunts in silence, stalking the frozen edges of forgotten woods. His claws crack ice like bone, and his breath fogs the air with ancient curses. Those glowing eyes? They’ve seen centuries of winter, and they’re always watching.
Part of the Night Spawns collection, this terror tee is made for those who know the forest doesn’t thaw, it waits.
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