I wrote this down when I was bored, so it isn't perfect,
Yellowstone Valley stood silent and still that morning. The sky was beggining to be lit with the light of the burning hot sun. The many animals that inhabited the valley were asleep, deep in their dreams where nothing would hunt them, no winter would starve them.
Then there was movement.
Far up in the mountains a wolf emerged from her resting spot.
Her large pack were still asleep, hidden in cramped burrows, sheltered by trees. She imagined them huddling together for more warmth than their thick coats could provide.
Pressing her paws into the snow she managed to climb up to a ledge carved in the side of the great snow-topped mountain. From the ledge the wolf could see the entire valley, shrouded in the night's darkness.
Two golden orbs for eyes, flecked with green watched the horizon.
This particular part of the day was special to the young female.
Then what she was waiting for came alive. The top of the sun burst from the edge of the mountain peaks, it's great golden rays reached down and fed the valley life and day. The gold shimmered off the silver-white snow making it look as if each individual flake were a diamond.
The valley was rich in beauty.
The she-wolf threw back her head and howled, her eyes were shut and her ears were pinned back against her brown-grey fur. The howl sang out her thoughts and emotions into the sky. The plants and trees seemed to stand still and listen to the song.
An eagle beat it's powerful wings and sailed of the mountain side, a dusting of snow sprinkled off it's white tail feathers. He flew past the howling wolf and let out a cry of freedom and happiness, marking the new day. It's yellow eyes looked down at the valley below him,searching. He took in every detail.
Some trees that dotted the valley like grains of sand were bare and others covered in green spindly pine needles.
The long shadows of the trees stretched out and stood to attention dark warriors awaiting a command to spring to life and form an army. The eagle wheeled off into the air to begin his morning hunt.
Far in the valley below the wolf and the eagle a herd of elk emerged from the dense cover of the pine trees. A young cow welk paused to watch he sky. Winter was coming. The harsh bitter jaws of Winter would torture, tease them and devour them eventually. The herd of elk would get weaker and the wolf packs would take them down as food.
But the cow elk was determined to survive, for her young, for nature, she had to.
A small family of otters were palying in a stream nearby the elk herd, the sun glittered off their sleek backs. One male otter caught a fish, the fish was like a silver bullet plated with tiny sheilds of silver that sparkled, but the otter matched its speed. It held the squirming, slippery creature firmly in its sharp jaws, the otter dived down, deep below the ice. Here, he would hide his prey from scavanging birds and predators.
If they were more alert this morning they would of noticed a coyote, hidden by bushes, watching the otter catch and it's prey beneath the ice. His acute hearing and wise sense of smell would find out the hidden fish. He would leap into the air, then dive down into the ice, smashing through to get to the fish underneath,
Despite the otter's attempt to hide the fish, the coyote was the master of this game. 
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Nice descriptions! I can see
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*nodnodnodnodnod* Very well