Swiftcurrent Creek our season

They started off down the hill, Bazi a step in front of them as the ground fell away into the large bowl of grass. The sedimentary-streaked mountains were visible over the far ridges of pine trees that marked the edges of Swiftcurrent borders. "Setting in alright? I'm so glad you're here.. I don't know how everyone else is going to deal with the cold. Some of them have come from warmer places, you know?"

Dovev's pools swept briefly over the Alphess' face, calculating. The older wolf had realized as soon as she spoke that she was looking for a second opinion something to reconfirm her own thoughts. He had enjoyed the idea of having a territory he was tied to after the moons of wandering and scrounging about. Even if the cost of protection brought out his aggressive side, Dovev had slept better on the fields surrounding the creek. It was not far off from the feel of tundra.
All wolves grow thicker coats as the seasons turn, he responded. Even if this land wasn't coated in snow for seven months of the year, the previous winter had shown Dovev how strong it could be, and the mountain winds were not a force to be pushed aside. His banner tip twitched shrewdly.
You're from the north. Your followers will be looking to you to see how to deal with the winter.