Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Ace shifted his vision and glanced at the dead hare. The female wolf had forgotten to carry her prey to her den. Maybe she got so distracted by the treacherous weather? Without hesitation, the male wolf opened his maw to let his medicinal herb flowing away in the wind. He paddled up to the lifeless animal and he picked it up with his jaw. Whirling around, he followed the she-wolf, dodging low branches and rocks. It only took him a few minutes before he arrived at her den. As soon as he entered the rocky corridor, he paced the ground slowly, his black ears flattened against his skull. “Hey you forgot your meal.” Ace lowered his head and dropped the hare near her front paws. He took a few steps backwards to keep a respectful distance from her. He took a seat on the ground, his calm eyes roaming around the tunnel.