Duskfire Glacier Winter needs to come

Hawthorne looked up from his play when he saw something tumbling down the glacier. In his area, it was mostly ice. Thanks to his claws, he had some decent grip. His dark brown eyes traveled over the form that was rolling down. He sniffed the air. Wolf. Another one. There seemed to be quite the infestation of them here, wasn't there? The wolverine trotted forward out of curiosity. 

When he stepped closer to a butt sticking out of the snow. Was it dead? He wasn't sure. The butt seemed to move but that could be the after effects of death. He knew. The beast stepped forward. He hoped that the wolf was dead and that he had a free meal. He listened, and there seemed to be some noises. However, in his mind, it could never hurt to try. He decided to test his idea and opened his jaws and tried to sink it in the wiggling wolf butt to see if it was edible and dead enough already for consumption.