Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

The dragon roams Permafrost Hollows with the intentions of creeping upon any that do traverse through their terrain. Though few in numbers they are, the wolves of Hyperborea show no mercy to those who blatantly ignore the obvious marks.
What he finds instead of an intruder to strike down is his mate. The silvery sheen of his coat illuminated by soft, moonlit rays. A grunt rumbles first, as the dragon approaches, tilting his head to brush his chin over Zephyr’s head.
Bonsoir. Pronunciation sloppy, but he tries.