Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

 @Mordecai WE MUST ALWAYS HAS THREAD but absolutely take your time :) 

He wasn't home, but that suited Harlyn just fine as she set to work spreading the coniferous boughs around the edges towards the mouth of the den.  She initially had not been able to bring too much, but a quick taste of the air and the right twist of the wind made it easy for her to find a little copse of hemlocks just a few minutes away.  A couple of trips back and forth and she had a pretty decent collection adorning their den, both on the inside and piled neatly on either side of the entrance, swiftly growing frosted with the snow that was weaving its way through the tall trees.

Happy with her work, Harlyn crept out of their home to sit just outside the den.  The wood was quiet and growing dark as the long Winter night stole upon it.  She shut her eyes and began to hum to herself, prayer weaving through her mind and coming out in the wordless music she sang.  Mordecai would hopefully be home soon, and she was quite content to wait for him while little snowflakes fell into her fur, some melting, others simply clinging to the longer guard hairs upon her back where her body heat could not quite reach them.