Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

Snow padded up the rocks. I'm starting to get too old for this, he thought. At five, his muzzle was starting to collect gray. He lifted his nose, smelling wolves. Snow, being a lone wolf with drams of starting a pack, made his way up. His ears detected shouting, the commanding voice of what he assumed was a high ranking member of some pack, and the voice of a female. Snow used the snow around him to camouflage himself. Something was going on up there, and he was not sure he wanted to find out.