Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

A shift in the wind drove cool air through the valley, settling at its' base. Winter was fast approaching, chasing away any heat residual from the summer. In Dovev's old roaming grounds, the summer would last much, much longer, but here, it was not a dry heat buffered by an endless sun. So finally, the massive brute could make use of his thick white coat.
Having only spent about a week in the new domain, Dovev couldn't argue with the events that had unfolded before his grey pools. Having encountered several wolves and even battled one, his initial judgment that the land had been desolate could not be farther from the truth. With each stoic glare, Dovev knew there were other of his kind just waiting in the shadows. He himself had left the openness of the plains and flatlands, and wound his southerly path towards the smell of water. The land was flat and velvety with the sparse, yellowing grass and patches of dirt. Their aromas mixed in the breeze to create a warm and autumnesque signature that flooded Dovev's nostrils. It reminded him how hungry he was; his meal having been at least five days ago. And that musty elk carcass was half-eaten and weathered by the elements. How he longed to taste the fresh sanguine of deer, or something he had brought down himself. But there was no drive to hunt so soon- Dovev had still to explore all ventures of his new habitat.