Firefly Ravine you are wicked, and you are cruel

These lands were new for the wolverine. He came upon these lands as he was looking for a territory of his own. Hawthorne was mostly guided by his want for food. Most of the animals roaming he did see as part of his food chain. The gluttonous animal was ready to devour a whole moose, though fortunately for the large ungulates, Thorn hadn't come across one lately. 

Explorative as he was, the male found a ravine along its path. With his large paws, he easily made it down and would have an easy time climbing back up. He wouldn't go around a mountain, he would climb over it. The same was for this ravine. He would cross it, not go around it. Plus, it would give him something to explore. He hadn't encountered many of these natural structures. 

His nose told him that there was something delicious at the bottom. Thorn's ears told him there was running water. His eyes caught some of the movement as he went down. First, the traveler went for a drink.  Soon after his eye fell on a frog. It was easy to catch it. Open-mouthed he chewed on the frog, squishing the creature between his jaws. The ravine became a big frog and toad hunt for the oversized weasel. 

His nose brought him higher up, and to a patch of grass. His eye fell on another toad, which he eagerly gobbled up. His nose caught another scent. His fluffy tail flagged up and his nose moved into the air. Wold. He could take those! He tried to pinpoint the other predator. Was this wolf out to take his dinner from him?! Hell no.