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@Capriccio perhaps? :)

He had not left the ridge since the pack had announced its claim there, although his paws frequented the borders, as did the paws of his wolves. They had shown him that he could take a break from patrol and be confident in knowing that their borders would not go undefended, and so the black wolf retreated to the heart of his domain on this morning.

Snow had fallen in the night, thick and wet with the mild temperature. It crunched beneath his paws with each step he took, it consistency perfect for snowballs if only he had opposable thumbs, but he did not and he found the cold down packing between his pads and clumping into the fur around his sturdy limbs. But the heavy blanket of snow swallowed sound, there was a serenity about the ridge he could not help but admire as he broke trail toward one of the spring-fed lakes.

By the time he drew toward the icy edge of the lake, he found each pace uncomfortable, and sank his haunches into the snow, lifting a paw so that he could chew and pluck at the snow that clung to it.