Big Salmon Lake magnesium

It was getting chillier and chillier every day. The thought crossed the dappled gray wolf as if it were news but truly, the temperature had been on the decline for weeks. The real difference was only that now, Markus was beginning to really notice. His nose pointed to the sky as he watched snow clouds - grey, yet oddly bright - drift in the expanse. That snow would fall home, soon, and then he'd really be feeling it. Frowning a bit, he looked back across the lake he'd discovered - quiet, inactive for the moment but promising. His nose told him that no one lived here - no one like him, a wolf, at least. That made it unsafe and cold but he did like it - there was a refreshing feel to the whole thing. Light, airy. He breathed in deep - the air snapped a little. He would bet that the lake froze in winter. He might have to come back, when the idea of freezing to death alone wasn’t weighing so much on his mind. 

He approached the lake shore at a slow, casual walk - one foot in front of the other. If he truly was worried about finding other warm bodies before winter, his pace didn't show it. Bending to stare at his reflection in the water, he locked eyes with himself. Again, he frowned. His stare was hard and a bit cold but also deeply curious at the aqua doppleganger. He tilted his head and the other did the same. He flattened his ears, the reflection followed. He showed his teeth, closed one eye, poked the surface so as to break the illusion and waited for it to come again before he stared at it sharply once more. There it was, predictably looking back at him. He bent to drink from his own face and the iciness of it bit deep, almost as if in relation for his mockery. He drank of it thirstily - the colder, the better when it came to quenching thirst. It was subzero, though, and it felt like crystals in his throat. Soon, his teeth began to hurt and he withdrew his tongue from the lake. He left it out of his mouth, though, his teeth gently closed around it. It felt like an icicle and Markus smiled quietly as he focused on the weird lack of sensation on his tongue, not quite noticing if the birds sang or the deer came or even if the bushes swayed.