High ho! High ho! That's the way we go!

Ravine awoke with the missing warmth of two of his family members. Glancing around the darkness of the warm den he could only make out the small shape of his sister and the larger form of his mother...but were was Papa and Ryker. Still laying on the ground his nose went to work trying to find them in the dark. Finally the boy gave up trying to guess and got up.

White stuff that matched his paws lay at the entrance of the den. In trying to determine what it was the little fur ball stuck his nose in and quickly pulled back. He looked at the small mound on top of his small muzzle...what ever this stuff was it was cold on his nose.

He tried to look around the white stuff on his nose to find his dad and brother. In failing he shook his head and the stuff splattered every where, he could see again. In doing so he spotted his dad and brother sitting together in the cold white that blanketed everything. The boy bounded into the soft, wet blanket only to trip over his own paws and role into his fathers back.

When he stood his black and white pelt was covered in the white flakes and it floated up around him as his white tipped tail wagged flicking it into the air. The only parts of him that felt the cold werent covered in fur. "Papa, Papa, what is dis white stuff everywhere." when his voice stopped all that remained on his maw was a boyish grin.