Blacktail Deer Plateau oh, say you want my love tonight

The snow made things bearable for Tuvak. He was born of northern blood and as he slowly matured in to his stout body his coat grew thick, layered for winter, and the cold slipped away from him. He was no longer the shiverring mess on the borders as Aningan had found him; still, he was a bit thin and it would take more than a couple meals of rats and squirrels to fix him. But at least he wasn't cold anymore.

But he was bored, and out of all the turmoil he had experienced, boredom was becoming the most dire consequence. Tuvak did not associate well with anyone yet (they were all older than him, and different in ways he could not yet categorize) so he mostly kept to himself. Right now he was running laps in the snow, ploughing it with his broad shoulders or lunging through the even segments of glittering perfect white - destroying it.

During one such leap-and-drag affair he caught himself on a series of hidden tree roots, but caught himself in time to avoid a dangerous tumble. As soon as he was up again he was running and diving at snow piles - except one wasn't composed of exclusively snow. He felt his paws connect to something suddenly and as he tried to withdraw, momentum carried him across the coiled body of a sleeping wolf he had failed to heed.