Alpine Lake spinning round as we circle the drain

It has taken him days to get out here due to the horrid snow storm that seems never ending. He’s not really cold, his dense coat prevents him from being cold, but lord is he exhausted. The energy it takes to trudge through elbow deep snow is too much and he doesn’t have time for it. 

Yet, he finds relief when the lake comes into view. Though a light thudding noise is heard, Kynareth’s squinting his eyes at the sudden noise. Wasting no time trotting up to the mostly frozen lake. 

It’s too quick he notices paw prints in the snow and eventually he decides to sniff them out. Not bothering to be quiet, he moves to where the bush is, seeing a coyote. He knows not that they’ve got some wolf blood in them, all he thinks is coyote. 

“Come out from your hiding place, coyote.” He demands in a low, bur casual hum. He can count on two or more paws the amount of coyotes he’s killed and it makes him smile deviously.