Forever in battle

hey, just let me know how you want this to play out/preferred fighting style!

The night was one frosty cloak that toyed with the breath pouring from Dovev's parted lips. A permenant cloud seemed to trail from his jaws, a simpering ghost that stubbornly stalked after the white wolf's silent movements. For the wolf was in no hurry, and instead his focus was solely on the purpose of blending in.

It wasn't like the creature could just meld into the darkness, allowing his body to shift into something unnatural- no, the wolf had his presence of ivory fur that seemed to shine even in moonless nights. It was a dull but visible sort of hue, dampened by the impending cold and outlining a solid appearance of tone and bawdy strength that always seemed to smirk upon his lips.

His southward bound direction had turned Dovev away from the open meadow and into the oddly quiet pine forests that nestled along sloping, rocky ridges of the mountains on either side. He loved the silence that winter brought, hiding away creatures that would normally be awake even at this hour. It made him come to a reveling stop, pearly eyes closed and his ears tilted to the soft reverberations of leaves hushed in the chilling atmosphere.