Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Harlyn had lost track of time as she waited, watching the snow and allowing memories of years past drift through her mind.  His voice brought her back without startling her, and she turned to settle her gaze upon him as her tail wagged softly.  Her tongue flicked against his face as he reached for her and she growled gently as she leaned against his touch.  As she pulled away, her eyes began to roam his frame while her nostrils twitched to gather his scent.  His wounds were healing well, but Harlyn was not likely to stop her routine inspections of his condition any time soon - likely not until there were fluffy little puppies toddling around her paws to distract her.

Which reminded her... "I have news..." Harlyn said, unable to contain the smile in her voice, "But first, how are you feeling today?  Be honest, young man."  She dipped her muzzle and canted her head to give him a stern look, though there was humor in the smoldering embers of her eyes.