Sun Mote Copse athough it’s dark now, i know we’re gonna make it to sunrise

For the past few days, Amaguq had sensed a faint scent of salt in the air. At first he genuinely thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but then he felt it again, faded by the miles it had travelled. Amaguq knew the scent too well not to notice it. The sea!  Amaguq hadn't seen it since he first left home, and its familiarity warmed his heart. Whether it was intentional or not was unknown, but the white wolf found himself distancing himself from the forests surrounding Nimbus Summit and heading north.
He didn't want to cross the swamps again, so he tried to stick to the woods and clearings. Sun Mote Copse was a place he remembered well, having made the mistake of crossing it in the warmer months of summer: he couldn't forget the cloying air and what it had done to his sensitive nose, making it itchy and swollen like a bulb.

In colder months like this, it was easier to cross the region, with most of the flowers gone and the clouds shielding the earth from the sun.
The flowers might be gone, but not the prey. Amaguq could smell the mice, and the rabbits, and the deer, and...

...wolves.

Wolves? He stopped and sniffed the air again. Shit! Yes, wolves!

To hell with it! He was hungry, and his journey around the world wasn't over yet. So he made a pit stop to hunt hares.