Amarok's Hunting Ground

The great wolf runs through the storm — and leaves only the wild in his wake.

Crisp rainfall sweeps across an ancient forest, carrying the deep, grounding scent of driftwood worn smooth by time. This is the scent of the hunt — raw, elemental, and untamed.

Top Notes: Fresh rainfall, ozone
Middle Notes: Driftwood, wet bark
Base Notes: Earthy moss, dark musk

Light this candle and run with the pack.