King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

Sacnite had bundled herself up tight against the cold.
Tucking her paws in close and her nose under her white-tipped tail.
She was just conscious enough to realise she was awake, not not quite enough to not be startled fully awake.
The small woman jerked her head up, listening and decoding the tone of the call.
Celnes, then, as she was standing, Calhoun.

She trotted out into the fresh cold, looking for the Baron and her friend, Germanicus. She was worried. What had happened? The calls sounded excited. Perhaps a hunt? But she was no hunter. She'd just get in the way...but she didn't want to say no either.