Let's not build snowmen

Corvus hadn't exactly meant to get up so early today. Something outside the family den had made him stir, and a yawn wracked his oversized body as he stretched his forepaws in front of him, forcing himself away. Quietly he pulled himself upright, as unsteady as one could be while still awake, and slipped into the gentle light of the early morning. He parted his jaws in another slow yawn, his body unfurling like a fern as he stretched out his limbs. Unlike his far more gangly sister, Corvus was growing awkwardly large, just as his father had. His paws seemed too big for his teenage frame, and his head seemed a touch too big for his body. The fact that he was barely awake didn't help the way he lumbered after Rhea's scent once he caught it, his pace lazy and slow as he navigated through the snow-covered thicket.

Though winter would be gone before long, some snow still remained, and he too saw the collection of pawprints - some made by Rhea, and some made by other packmates. It didn't take long to catch up to her, his ears flicking and a goofy grin taking over his youthful features. It took him a moment longer to realize that she was standing next to weird piles of snow, like someone had tried to form something out of the stuff. Weird. He barked out a greeting, his pace increasing slightly as he waded through the snow to bump his nose to her flank. "The heck is this? You make this?" He.. wasn't even sure what it was, or even how someone would begin making such a snow monster.