Duck Lake death seems fitter

Your writing is beautiful <3

The ghost of curiosity set him ablaze; a small, flickering flame suddenly became a forceful fire as his paws moved across territory. Step after step, each one taken with a careful, calculating precision as the snowy underground crushed underneath his paws. From afar a trail of his wanderings had been left behind until the moment someone else would step onto his trail or new snow would dwindle down from the grey skies. With every breath that he took, with every moment that passed there was a longing for a journey, a discovery and a voyage's tail. 

Along the way he would meet new strangers, friends and enemies alike -- the good, the bad and the ugly all at once. However, it appeared today had been an exception; his golden gaze would feast carefully upon a wolf that made his heart skip a beat. A timeless beauty.  From a distance he was enchanted by her sleek, feminine silhouette as she slept there. Quite a contrast to the winter scenery was her smooth, sleek well-groomed midnight-painted coat. Quite a contrast also to him; his fur was unkept and dirty. His pauper-like trademark. Blinking with his golden eyes, he began to wander if this was real. If she was real.

Light puffy smokes filled the air as he gazed at her and moments began to pass.