Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

The brute gave her a gentle nod. He dropped onto the floor, his legs folding beneath his large body. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Whisper. Thank you for inviting me to your den. I appreciate your kindness.” His gentle voice fled from his maw. Carefully, he laid his head on the solid ground, his eyes gluing to the entrance. The fluid movement of the falling snow seemed to mesmerize him. Each of them was glinting in the sun’s soft radiance. They were beautiful, and Ace could watch them for hours. “I’m going to take a little rest, if you don't mind.” He glanced back at the female wolf. His legs shifted again as he placed his muzzle on the top of his front paws. His golden eyes were about to close.