Heron Lake Plateau don't touch anything

The mesa sloped in a wide, steppe-like ridge that dipped with rivulets. Water flowed freely from the top down to the valleys below, hopefully holding some promise for the hungry male. Broad-leaf forests studded in patches about the plateau's base, broken up with trickling streams and larger ponds. The top of the plateau of which he had traversed was rather plain, but Dovev could tell the new habitats had more vegitation. His paws were heavy but firm as he picked his way down the birm. 

Rocks cascaded from the wolf's nails as he halted, standing anchored beside a stream. His jaw was lifted in anticipation as Dovev sighted, and smelled, the impending female. She seemd on the hunt, her trot purposeful and her gait bouncing along the edge of the stream as she scanned its waters. Perhaps the arctic male would lie in wait and let her do all the work- catch a fish, and then come barging in and scare her off her meal. Unfortunately that plan was bested with her eyes rising to meet his own. She seem preoccupied enough with her task, though, so Dovev walked closer. 

Doubt this tiny stream will hold a big enough fish for you, Dovev spoke sagely, a small grin crossing his skeletal face. His smile didn't hold much joy, but rather, a dark wariness that held his intentions. The male was not interested in playing social games with this stranger, but rather what she might have to offer in the way of nourishment- stealing her kill, or her own body.