Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

All of his coyote friends seemed to have disappeared. He was disappointed, but Draper wasn't going to give up this little slice of heaven just because nobody could see the value in it. No, sir! Instead, he spent his days hunting and scavenging what he could. He was determined to make a life for himself here. Others would come along, he had faith in that. And in the meantime, he could continue to chase wolves out of this place on his own. Or rather, at least chase them out from the very small area of the fen he could patrol.

He was patrolling just now, actually. Draper hopped up on an old log, sniffing at the air. A light snowfall had just started, and the snowflakes melted on the tip of his nose. At least it was peaceful here.