Two red foxes move in single file across a snow-covered hillside, their rust-orange coats and white-tipped tails the only strong warmth in the scene. Tufts of dry golden grass break through the snow around them, and a few small shadows mark where the drift has been disturbed.

Beyond them a stand of pale green pines rises on the right and thins into a grey-white haze toward the left. The sky and distant field dissolve into one another. The brushwork is soft and feathery, with the canvas weave faintly visible, and it gives the whole painting a hushed, quiet winter calm.