Cedar Sweep take my advice - i'm not using it

Tufts of loose fur clung to the corners of his mouth as he weaved amidst the cedars, their sprawling limbs providing cover from the onslaught of snow that currently showered the wilds in a thin blanket of virgin white. For him the mild storm served as a brief intermission from his jaunt, for he was weak from travel and heavy-eyed due to lack of sleep.

So with purposeful steps he rounded the woodland in search of shelter, taking only minutes to secure himself a hollowed log that had nearly faded into the background of the timbers, for moss and shrubbery clung to it's side so flawlessly that if one was not searching for it, they would likely pass it by. 

He inspected it closely to ensure that no creature would come slithering back to find their home infested, and when he was confident that no other had laid here from some time, he slipped himself into the mouth of the fallen cedar and tucked himself neatly into a ball. It took only but a few fleeting moments for exhaustion to catch up to his weary body and in the matter of a single breath he drifted off into an dreamless slumber, unconcerned with what occurred around him.