Haunted Wood winter is coming

However long it had been, the two wolves had fallen asleep and when they woke there was a heavy dusting of surprise snow around them, the wind having gusted much of it across the sleeping wolves despite the tree cover. The chill has almost entirely left the air when Mou startles awake, and it is the inky she-wolf that he spies trying to shuffle away from him, kicking at him and struggling.

Whatever memory had filled his mind in the brief storm has faded, turned in to dream and then evaporated from his mind; but he remembers finding the stranger, and feeling the warmth between them. Her struggling makes him recoil — happy to give her the space she wants — but he's half-asleep still and as he sits up, he conks the back of his head against a low-hanging pine bough that is covered in ice.

This, of course, causes a fresh layer of glittering white to cascade across him. The black of his snout is briefly highlighted by white specks.