Sunbeam Lair But I don't read those things anymore

for @Diesel
early morning, 15 F, windy and overcast

He was immensely grateful that the weather was getting colder; it was what he was made for. His thick, northern coat no longer felt stifling as he patrolled, and the occasional gust of icy wind felt nice as it lifted the top hairs of his coat.  

This morning, he had started at the most norther part of the canyon and decided to move out past the borders to spread his scent around the area in case a stranger got any ideas. He also wanted to make sure no one was lingering too close to the canyon.

So far, things had been quiet.