Duskfire Glacier Winter needs to come

The wolverine lifted his nose in the air. Was that what he think he smelled? He hurried forward with his big paws pushing him forward in a very typical run for his species. The chocolate colored male traveled the ground pretty quickly until his eyes confirmed what his nose scented. Snow! Ice! He let out a grunt in happiness and continued his traveling pace from before.

He knew that in summer there wasn't much snow. The sun would make it melt, and it was the time for cubs to come out their snow dens. He knew that. But Hawthorne loved the snow. In the area he came from, Northern Alaska, the snow would stay way longer than this far south. The wolverine was just happy to find a bit of ice and snow. He ran up the slope, his claws giving him perfect grip on the ice. 

He jumped over crevices and rolled through the snow. Thorne took bites out of the snow and slid down on his belly and used the icy slopes like a slide. In general, the wolverine male was just having a good time. He couldn't wait till winter when everything would be covered in snow and when food was plentiful. It was far easy to scavenge than to hunt in his opinion.