Let's not build snowmen

Yawning, the girl wandered her way through the thicket as the beams of morning light filtered through the brambles above her. Her legs were getting longer, and her body was filling out into what would likely be a hell of an awkward teenage body. The way her frame wasn't quite proportioning out foreshadowed a thin and leggy yearling indeed. She chuckled as she walked, paws crunching loudly in the snow. If she was going to look silly then her super tall brothers would look hilarious by comparison. The mental image of Aiden with stilts for legs had her sides shaking for a good long while.

Ahead she could see places where the snow had been disturbed by some of her packmates passing through. Pausing to study the marks she noted two... no, three sets of prints. One of them had veered far from the others for a bit and from the look of it dove headlong into a great big snow bank! Must have been that crazy older yearling girl and her family or somethin'. That was the only member of the pack she knew that might do such a thing. On a whim she followed after the tracks for a little while, only stopping when she spotted something strange.

What on earth? In the clearing up ahead the rambunctious yearling appeared to have found another game to amuse herself with. The tracks got more scuffed and further apart, she'd gone running through the area at top speed before stopping to make... weird snow piles? Creeping closer to the strange creations, Rhea sniffed at them before staring one down with a skeptical look. Was... That supposed to look like a wolf?