Hawk That Swoops Low stands at edge of a cliff, looking over his territory. His eyes are squinted in content, and from the chilling breeze blowing up the powdery snow that surrounds.
He is proud of The Pack Of Icy Waters. He is quick to take on any strange wolves meandering over his territory line. He stretches the cold out of his limbs, his muscles shivering under his thick double coated pelt as a mighty hawk glides over him, carried by the frozen wind.