Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

The large canine scooted down the hill to make his way to the undergrowth, his golden eyes wandering to the serpentine path. Without thinking too much, he decided to choose that long path to search for a temporary den. Narrowing his gaze slightly, he noticed the small changes in the environment. The forest floor that was dappled with lambent flecks was slowly being expelled from the valley – the darkness was taking its place. The sunlight was nowhere in sight due to the clouds that overspread the sky. Ace advanced at a glacial pace, his wispy tail swaying from the left to the right. His black fur began to rustle in the wind. He could feel the cold that was surging through his body. An idea occurred to his mind as he started to run as fast as possible. He tried to gain heat in his body. The velocity of the passing brute caused the dark bushes to quiver.

It wasn’t long before he caught something in his nose. The aromatic thyme caused him to halt in the middle of the path. His vision flicked back and forth between the rocks as he surveyed the whole area with excitement. Shortly afterwards, he found the frozen thyme that was standing within a thicket of trees. Opening his mouth, he picked up the green plant and he moved onward with a soft smile that stretched across the corner of his maw. He knew exactly what to do with the herb, but first he had to concentrate on finding a den. Another scent reached his nostrils and this time the scent was coming from a female wolf. His senses suddenly whipped into absolute focus as he scanned around, his visage turning into a wary glance. After taking a few forward steps, the petite wolf appeared in his vision. He could see that she was holding a lifeless creature in her sharp teeth. He took a brief moment to study her, and then he was about to leave the place.

The strong wind swept over the valley again and it caused the thyme to slip between Ace’s jaws. The plant was flowing in the air and it was heading in the direction of the female wolf. He whirled around briskly before running after the herb. He came to an abrupt halt when the thyme reached the ground and it was just beside the other canine. He couldn’t move closer to her now – or else he could be in trouble. Ace knew that most of wolves tended to be belligerent and protective when they carried a prey. This female might be one of them, but she might also be gentle as a lamb. However, Ace was only speculating – he doesn't know how she would react upon seeing him. He remained quiet and mused, his calm eyes locking upon the nearby wolf.