By now the beautiful sunrise gave into a beautiful lukewarm, but still chilled by the winds, day. The clear azure sky was dotted with a few stray clouds to the west, it seemed perfect. But Kodak knew the mountain weather could change in an instant. From past experience the weather changed from 80 degrees to snowing in one short hour. “Mother Nature always loved to play tricks” His mother would say to him when he was a pup with a smile. She was probably killed by Skylar He thought,Kodak's slate coat stood still, and for once the air was not dancing. Kodak’s grey-green eyes scanned the valley below for any sign of life. Instead of seeing life, he smelt death, a kill to be exact, the bloodied smell wafting towards him. The smell reminded him that he hadn't eaten in two days! His scared legs and paws started to move as he seemed to glide from one place to another. Warthog, young one, She wolf killed it, she wolf was hurt slightly. his quick thinking brain put together as his happy self, faded into a grumpy one. His bright grey-green eyes turned from a pondering glint to hard and cold like ice in the lake. The oak trees shed most of their leaves and the multi colored reminisce was scattered across the ground. The baked crispy leaves crunched under Kodak’s large furry paws.