Stone Circle Winter comes on gilded wings

A cool breeze blew across the undercoat of a certain wizened wolf. He lifted grizzled maw and studied the area and the coming winds. He wasn't sure if it would be mild or wild, but it was coming ready or not.

Gunnar had lived through many winters and still to this day, he wasn't fully certain what was happening. It felt like it maybe a bad one, but he wasn't certain either.

Sandy gloves cut grooves though the lands as he walked. A mask of brown across his slate grey eyes. He could feel the age in his bones lately and the pain in his back. Was this how mother felt? No wonder she was so tired in her latter years