Shadewood Know your soul gotta know your wealth

Darkness.
There was a cold breath that sought stealthily for his skin, brushing its calloused fingers through his thick fur yet not penetrating down to his warmth. Not even close.
Damp.
The area was damp, his back had clumps of drifted snow weaved in it, only adding to his insulation now. His muzzle was damp, his tongue snaking out to lick his nose, his face. His senses were waking.
It smelt earthy, warm. A bit stinky. 
Light.
It was light in the den. A soft white brightness that came from behind his form. He inhaled deeply. 

He was awake.

Kovertol unfurled, his thick coat hugging heat to him. He didn't feel it at all. He turned, nose ruffling through to find that scent. It stirred something unwelcome in his mind, something that stirred something unwelcome in him. Something that made him rumble and shake his head. 
Feathers in his den dropped in by a wolf.
He dragged himself out of his den, grunting and grumbling.  
He wasn't best pleased with having these dogs sneaking around his patch. 

When he emerged, he stood swaying, still on all fours, assessing his surroundings from under heavy-lidded eyes. Dark thick trees now littered with white. He let out a soft bellow, testing his voice. 
He liked the sound it made, despite still being groggy.