Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

He jostled awake as that white wolf tore him in half. He stood up, breathing heavily, and looked at his torso to see they were still attached. Glad that it was just a nightmare, he noticed there was light breaking into the bush. He must've lasted till the morning and truly felt awake, though he was still bitter. Like several birds in winter months, his mood quickly went south as the nightmares and night terrors got to him. With a sigh of relief, he glanced through the foliage to see any animals that was attracted to his awakening. He felt a bit of fear, then relief when he saw the creature looking at the bushes. It appeared to be another fox, like him, only a bit bigger and more of skin-and-bones through his odd coat. He popped his head out of the top of the bush, blinking away any of the exhaustion that was in his eyes. "Hi," he greeted, unassuming that it was a wolf.