Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

hopefully dovev could meet someone new. set before any bear wounds :P

Dovev awoke, at dusk, to the chilly winds that stirred the trees above him. The aspen grove was sparse and open to the cold front that roamed over the yellowing grass with a fierce intensity, one that the tundra hunter hadn't experienced this year. Uncurling from his flattened mat of grass, the wolf turned his face towards it and sucked in the freezing chill, opening himself to let the air comb it's way through his pelt.

He wasn't surprised when the water at his tongue was cool and crisp. Although the creek would freeze, the autumn water was extremely transparent and sluggish. The summer monsoon and rains had long since left, and any dirt and debris normally washed into the stream had been washed out. Dovev could see to the creek's shallow bottom and the large, flat stones that covered it.