Northstar Vale Pretty lights on our tree

It was all fun and games until someone got buried. Dag still laughed as the muted thump of fallen snow muffled the sound of the first female's footsteps. There had not been so many trees to watch out for on the tundra, and so, Dag had never experienced being buried in such a way until coming to the wilds, until settling in Northstar Vale. To him, it was great fun. Running and leaping and then - suddenly - being surrounded by snow.

But when he heard her voice, heard her call for help, all levity ended.

"Saena?" he called, almost as if doubting she had really asked for help. She was tricking him - he was sure of it! - but it was always better to be safe than sorry, especially where the future of their pack was concerned. "I'm coming!" he yelped, setting his paws into the snow with fierce determination. His wide, thickly-furred paws made short work of the pile, but he couldn't find Saena! Was she on the other side? "Hold on..."

He dashed around and dug into the other side of the pile, beginning to pant from exertion.