Hoshor Plains do you want to build a snowman

Maybe @Speedy?

Ugh. Snow was awful. You'd think he'd be better adapted to it as a wolf, but poor Dingleberry here was the antithesis of a northerner; his coat was single-layered and utterly ill-suited for the wetness. The whipping wind pushed him around sometimes when it really got going, so he had to slog his way through the snow with his belly and head pressed down, like a snake.

The plains didn't have the best cover in this weather and it was apparent within hours of his acceptance; so he spent a while just touring the area, mapping out the deeper sections of snow so he knew to avoid them, and seeking any of the craggy old trees that stood as solitary guardians of the area.

One such tree was crooked; blown sideways in its sapling stage so that it was contorted, and as he slunk beneath its curving trunk his tail thwacked it, dislodging a wave of snow from where it collected and dumping it directly on top of him. Hell.