Stone Circle Breathing in the snowflakes

Perhaps @Remy

The agouti femme could no longer hold back the urge to shiver, it seemed she'd been doing so every few minutes. It was so cold, and she had yet to find a proper den. She knew she could've homed with likely anyone in the pack, but she didn't want to intrude. If it got dangerously cold she trusted her leaders would call another group den gather, although it'd be plenty squished, although the body heat of others would definately be a benefit. Her paws were numb, she was starting to forget what a warm touch even felt like. She yearned desperately for a sun beam to glare against her fur and cover her in a blanket of warmth. 

It was far too cold to lay down in the snow, so she was forced to continue walking about the Hollow, burning useful calories just by being in the uncomfortable weather, but she knew staying in a den would not be much better, she'd just be a curled shivering ball of fur.