Stone Circle There's light in darkness

Ujurak, Sven; she can see them, her brothers. They are marbled and fuzzy and covered in snow and shrouded in the darkness of the den, but nonetheless, she can see them. Ujurak comes closer, inquisitive, investigating; while Sven seems to be distracted by the cold hard ground.
Her yowling fizzles into soft whimpers of frustration as she blinks once, twice, thrice, focusing with all of her little mind on Ujurak. He is gray, the color of sweet smoke, and he reaches out with snow-tipped paws. She coos and grumbles, instinctively waddling closer, inching and wriggling and babbling. Come here! Help me! I'm lost!