Gilded Bay your bones are the spires of Stockholm

Dark hears wolfs at the bottom of the river and slowly walks down towards them sniffing the air for scenes that he might pick up on along the way down. As he is walking down he feels a cold breeze coming from the south and shivers. Yesterday was a very warm day but its now getting a little bit more chilly again. When he gets down to the river he sees to wolfs talking to each other and one of them is swimming. Dark stands on a large rock right by the stream and watches them silently. Some leaves fall against his fluffy grey fur. For a second he thought it was fall already but then he realized that winter just ended. 

Dark mumbles to himself "man am I ever dense" As he mumbles this the other wolfs hear him mumbling. And Dark soon releases this as well. he leaps behind a rock listening carefully. And sniffing the air to see if they are coming or if they didn't hear him at all. Darks muzzle feels a bit chilly so its hard for him to smell even a wolfs scent. Dark's muzzle is extremely sensitive and reacts bad to cold weather or chilly winds in this case.