Blackfeather Woods one day it's fine the next it's black

Another day. Another in the cold fringes of the woods. Patrolling.
Snow brushed on the breath of the wind into him, and he turned his head, melting back into the woods clutches. Warmer, safer.
He continued, doing his best to glare out at the landscape for dangers.

He moved further in, looking for a quick snack. He knew he shouldn't, but the blistering weather made him divert for a little bit.
He knew he shouldn't have, especially when he heard the calling oof his sister.

Rowan.
His ears stood tall atop his crown and pressed himself to the borders of the woods, watching her return. Moonshine; her dark mass approaching the even darker woods. He grinned, tail a blur he rushed to greet her with a whine, licking at her in the excitement of her return.
He couldn't believe it.
"You're alive. Real." He grinned even broader, pressing himself against her. How cold must she be? 
Did Moonshine know she was returning? His heart fell for a second. His Mother, the one who he thought drove her away in the first place.