Duskfire Glacier oops!!!

Howdy, howdy! Hope you don't mind this guy droppin' in 

The air was cold and sharp, the wind cut his nose and placed defined cracks on it as it blew across Duskfire. The 
tiny cuts burned as the exposed flesh underneath his leathery nose began to dry, his tongue tried to sooth the dry
spots but the wetness only worsened the problem, although it did provide temporary relief to the pesky dilemma. 
Instead of getting stuck in a cycle of licking his nose, Rye rose from his makeshift den and set out for another
patrol. His feet were confidently placed as he began to slowly memorize where the slick ice spots grew, however
the sun was starting to melt snow and leaving the moon to freeze it over again; so occasionally the male would 
find himself face down in the snow, most of time he would kick the frozen water in a childish attempt at revenge and
of course it was accompanied by a series of curses. His nose was cracked and now he's got snow all over and in his
fur, needless to say his mood was ruined.

Moving on down the border, the wind alerted him to an unfamiliar scent, it ticked him off. An abnormality to his past
self but since the ambush, Rye didn't favor being nice to strangers, although that wasn't the reason he was in a grumpy
mood. His hackles reflected his new attitude, each hair standing straight and tall as he moved to investigate.

She blended in with the snow but the males nose did not lie, she was there and too close for comfort. His trot slowed
as he neared the border, brown eyes glued to the female, gathering what information he could. He snorted, "I assume
you smell our borders. Yet you are still here, what could you possibly want?" He demanded. Rye stared the female
down with a fiery distaste for miss snow white, it was clear he was not in the mood for any antics.