Otter Creek let it burn, burn, burn

I hope you don't mind-

It was different to be in a terrain so finely dictated by the seasons. There was no presence of dry, dusty winds and threatening monsoon clouds on the horizon. In fact, the blue peaks blocked a yellow sky, pristine-free of any fluffy white masses. The air was crisp and lacked all familiar scents that used to tickle Dovev's nostrils. No longer was the ground a hard packed dirt and grass mixture, and the ponderosa pines had dropped away to reveal a wide swatch of expansive river drainage. It was jaw-dropping compared to high-desert plateaus, even if his body was more used to a warm, pine-ridden climate. After moons of traveling, the ivory brute had led himself north into the unknown.
His footfalls were masked by the plaits of grass that grew wild, their tips reaching to stroke his underside. Everything had been so radically new on the titan's paled eyes. He had been displaced over mountain ranges, forests, and plains before reaching this river valley. It was here that Dovev felt the compulsion to stop his northward ramblings. The large brute's attentions were drawn to the rich green and yellowing forests, surrounded by grass and streams.. bordered by impossibly tall mountains. It was perfect, and seemingly uncrowded. The slight breezes would push aromas of prey, and such he could detect a few that were also native to Kaibab. He could visualize the physical change sweeping across the unexplored territories, taking ash and birch trees by a pastel golden grip and painting their leaves brilliant hues. It was a sight Dovev was presently surprised to see. There was nothing like this back in his natal terra.
He felt, with each promising step down the gently sloping bed, that an expectant future lay in wait. Oh, it would be so rewarding to rule himself for once, without the constraints of a pack. To find a nitch in this beautiful pasture and live a comfortable life, providing for himself. It was a daunting task to be a loner, however. He had grown skinny hunting for himself, without the aid of others to bring down the vitally important big game. And every impulse in a lone wolf's life was to yearn for something greater- whether it be a pack, or just that special mate for life. Dovev had neither.
The pace had slowed, and slowly his cranium turned west. Past reddish hued brush and thistles, something stirred his attentions. Of course. Of course there would be wolves here- this land was too perfect and suited for them. He hadn't caught the scent earlier, and now he was too close to the stream to smell anything else. Quietly, the white beast slipped through the grass and onto a sizeable creek in front him. Making no move to interact, Dovev's only movement was a wary, slightly self-assured stare in the stranger's direction.