Porcupine Ridge roasted peanuts

anyone :)

It was a cold evening and the snow was blowing. The black wolf retreated from his borders, his most common haunt at the time, to the dense forests of a nearby hollow. Sheltered by the thick foliage of evergreens and their wind-blocking, sturdy trunks, he was far more comfortable. He shook his coat, throwing a spray of snow about him before he moved further into the trees and settled himself down in the crook between several large, protruding roots. He laid his head across his paws and simply relaxed.