Heron Lake Plateau you can't cross the same river twice

not looking for a naturalist thread, but i can help!

He had awoken with a start that night as snowflakes drifted down. His tree protected him insufficiently and Eljay hadn't expected this at all, so he was caught unawares by the heavy fall of snow. When he awoke Eljay was already stiff and cold; his guard hairs had protected him from the brunt of the snow but then it had started to melt against his body heat. He shivered and murmured, "Snow?" and then got to his feet to find a better place to sleep. Eljay eventually found an old den that was shallow, but provided at least some of his body some heat; at least his back was no longer being covered in snow as he slept.

When he awoke later, Eljay was still cold and the fur underneath his guard hairs hadn't yet dried entirely. As he came out of his den, Eljay was relieved to see that the snow was starting to melt. He glanced around to see someone else poke from a den -- one that looked more proper than the one he had been using -- and then disappear again.

Curious, Eljay approached carefully. Meeting new wolves was always a daunting thing for him. On his way there, the weather took a turn for the blegh and the snow started to get soggy again. Whatever part of his fur had dried would be wet again in an instant if he stayed out here too much longer, he realised glumly. "Hello?" Eljay called out awkwardly while he tried to find the wolf he'd seen through the soggy snow-blegh.