Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

Tough, crunchy yellow tufts of grass stuck up from the snow patches, snapping like brittle bones under his footsteps. The sound was a remembrance of wintry times- his most prized season. Already the white cottonballs had fallen from a gray belly, smearing the landscape with haphazard jackets of snow. Dovev had only recently settled into the mountains, and already barren stone and earth were freezing to the touch. It wouldn't be long until even the fast moving creeks would ice over, leaving a seemingly silent realm.
The ivory wolf had walked this trail before; it lead from his Porcupine Ridge and along the base of the mountains. The dirt was coated in dead grass and white and sloped down to meet with rocky ledges along the plains. Farther up lay steep inclines and cliffs, jutting into the sky and supporting the towering mountain above. Pine trees and cedars clung with exposed roots to the tousled soil, whose face was constantly barraged by the wind. It reminded him of home. Or what used to be of his home. So, he felt at ease when he woke from each slumber, regardless of night or day, to hunt amongst the narrow valleys. There was a certain quality Dovev had developed chasing rabbits and stray goats through the crags, in which the male used his size to bring down his prey efficiently. But even with this skill, the going was hard and Dovev usually slept upon his favorite lookout rock to conserve his energy. But this morning had stirred his senses with the scent of a wolf, drifting through the frosty breeze. As Dovev patrolled his way through the inclines and depressions on the mountains, he came onto the lip of a sharp overhang, jutting over the beach of a large glacier lake. The glacier itself was spotted between the v of two mountain peaks, a solid, glittering pack of ice. He sweeped the pebbly beach below with steely grey eyes for his target. Whoever this wolf was, he or she wasn't welcome in Dovev's winter home. But what he spotted was not some threat- but rather comical. A slightly skinny female was digging around in the scrappy underbrush, her muzzle buried under the bushroots and rocks. As Dovev slid down the small cliff, he could discern beetles flying away and the sound of crunching rung in his ears. Well, that's a healthy meal.