Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

So caught up was he in his task, that he did not notice the approach of the large female immediately. Only when he stopped to rest his legs, catching a glimpse of her timber form from the reflection in the ice. He looked up, glacial eyes fixing on her from behind a slate mask.

He bore a naturally stern look. Rugged and cut like his parents. She was large, like him. A picture of health. She seemed curious about what he was doing. But first he offered to her a low rumble from his throat, tail relaxed to show he was approachable. A massive paw pressed down against the ice again, demonstrating that the immediate area on which he stood was stable. Digits with blunt nails raked over it in a scraping motion. The whole time, he kept those icy eyes all on her.