It was mid-winter and a frigid wind blew, chilling me to my very core. There I found myself, laying on my stomach next to a snow drift. The Fox I was watching didn’t seem to mind the cold, in fact he looked quite comfortable. Perhaps he was simply taunting me as I shivered in my thick, layered, winter clothing.

I had spotted the Fox earlier in the afternoon as he made his way across the frozen landscape, a spot of red/orange on white. Punching through the snow with each step, I struggled to keep up with him as he easily made his way across the landscape. Another taunting reminder that I was in his domain. It was now getting later in the day, a storm was blowing in, darkness would soon reign and temperatures were dropping beyond what I thought possible. And there I stayed, just me and the little Fox. I would eventually make my way back to the warm sleeping bag waiting for me at camp, but not while I had any light to work with. I snapped another picture and smiled to myself as another gust of wind blew down from the North.