The Sentinels yuletide wine

Pearl had heard the inviting howl from the warm confines of her den, but it took her a while to get out of it willingly. After her paws hit the snow, she shivered and began to run over to where most of the pack could be scented to warm up. 

Coming across the others and the dangerous yet festive plant was, she watched them for a bit, yawning, then joined in the decorating. Spotting a pretty good branch, Pearl grabbed on to the base of it, careful to avoid the berries, and tore it off. Carrying it over to the grouping of its likeness, looking pretty odd, she set it down and attempted to position it as best she could. Looking back, a smile on her face, she began to look for something else fitting for the borders. She didn't understand the purpose of this, but she liked it.