Morningside Cuesta what to name this thread

breathing in- he could smell it. here was a land full of wolves. a land smelling of women in heat- the promise of children in spring. it was a place of abundant life, he could tell this much. how following augustus had done him well! here was the promised land, ripe with the tell-tale signs of a spring approaching which would be so nourishing. he would be well-fed, with a soft bed to sleep in and maybe a babe by his side. 

now he stood in a field. not green, not yet- but he could look out across the land with cold grey eyes and imagine the world in color. a moderate snow was drifting through the air and dotting his pelt. he began to trudge into the wilds more and more, in search of precious life.