Emberwood we just disagree

Weather: 16°F, Foggy.

The sun was just beginning to emerge when Dune awoke to find himself with a light blanket of snow covering him. It must have snowed throughout the night. There was something oddly comforting about this particular forest, though Dune couldn't quite put is finger on it. (Do wolves have fingers?) He had slept quite well, although his stomach growled. Once again, he was hungry. This was no surprise to him, seeing as he had lived off scavenged goods for the past month or two.

Rustling in a nearby had awoken him, he realized, and soon he was investigating with urgency. Visibility was low, but his nose worked fine enough to tell him that there were traces of blood leading up to the rustling bush.