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

All Amaguq managed to hunt was a mouse, which he managed to trample under his hard pads. He thought about trying again, but the wolfish scent on the wind distracted him.
Strolling boldly through the copse, he soon saw the wolves in the distance. Wolves, he smelled. And in his mind he expected... Well, he didn't quite know what he was expecting. The only thing he knew was that he wasn't expecting this:

A mother and her young. Or so it seemed.
The older wolf was a stockier, larger version of a coyote; the other, a small, red-furred wolf, so graceful and delicate it almost seemed out of place.

He frowned. Such a strong scent, and that was it? His eyes searched for more wolves, but all he found was grass, with a few slender trees sticking out of the damp earth. The older wolf seemed to be expecting to see a ghost, and in a way, perhaps she would: Amaguq was, after all, a white, shaggy, lanky creature with an ugly, scarred face.

A restless, unbound spirit, Amaguq cared little for boundaries and limits. Any obstacle in his path was a challenge to be overcome.
Even if it didn't seem like much. Let's see...

He studied the fawn-colored female intently, fangs creeping out in a grin. He could smell her discomfort. So sweet... 
"Boh!" He barked with a hint of irony. What are you going to do?