Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

Snow had a way of softening sounds, not that Towhee knew the first thing about any of that. She couldn't hear a thing as Raven spoke to her, then carried her over to the cave's mouth and showed her the flurry of white just outside. The puppy stared, the glistering snowfall certainly capturing her attention and imagination, only to twitch in surprise when another wolf abruptly joined them. Towhee quickly got over her surprise and peered up at Lagan's familiar face, smiling a little crookedly as she watched his lips move silently.

Although the snowfall was enchanting, as was her older cousin's expressive face, Towhee quickly grew bored. She turned away from the pair of adults and slunk back into the cave, seeking out Phox in particular. She butted her head against her sleepy sibling, who fidgeted but did not stir otherwise. She huffed and stretched out beside him, letting her little black cheek rest on her outstretched legs as she creepily stared at Phox's sleeping face.