Shy Deer Steppes that the wind came out of the cloud by night

The air was cool, and the breeze was relaxing. If Howl hadn't been traveling so much the cold air may have bothered him but the air cooled him off and his panting ceased. But as he came to the Steepes something made his stop. The area seemed barren, but only for a moment. There were numerious faded tracks from what seemed like deer and something that put Howl on edge slightly. The paw prints of a mountain lion, more recent then all the rest. Howl slowed his pace and kept his head on a swivvle. 

The air was beginning to get to him as he moved around the Steepes. While doing to he came across a white female laying on a rock and he soon learned why. As he stood on a near by rock he felt the heat seep into the pads of his paws. He spoke to the female a few yards away from him, "Afternoon miss. How has your evening been?"