Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

he hunted.
having caught a vole and searching for another, merrick padded through the misted forest. it bloomed with snow, a cold beauty that set him to marveling, but it was not the valley of bears
and so, much as when he was faced with a pretty but ultimately dull member of the species, he was disinterested.
a shadow, moving among the heavy pine boughs. merrick drew up, retreating into a fragrant hiding place, and watched with a single eye as the dark wolf stepped into view.