Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

Snow? At this time of year? 
He shook the flakes from his pelt and grumbled about Mother Nature making up her mind as he rose from where he had been curled asleep, grateful he had only just begun to shed out his coat. He cocked his leg, relieving himself on small Boulder near the den, before padding in the direction of the pit, dangling his rump over the rim to send a nasty surprise to whatever poor soul was trapped down there. On his way back, he heard the fwumph of a large amount of snow falling and a muffled Yelp. 
Hoping it was valour or one of the pups he chuckled and made his way over, cocking his head at the wolf-shaped heap. "Dig your way out. You can do it."