King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

Ravinger was sleepy.  At the sound of one of the Kings' calls, he struggled to rise to his paws.  He took a ridiculously long stretch from nose to tail tip and yawned laboriously.  Despite the fact that he was always in the mood for a party, he needed a moment to get himself together before the festival.  These moments were always his time to shine (like everything else in the world), and so after he had shaken himself free of the fatigue, he advanced toward the gathering.

"The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown

The Deorwine bear a pelage
As brown as any deer
So may the High Elk grant his mercy, sweet
To be our dear Saviour!" 

He led with the song he recalled from the winters passed -- an old tune often sung by more devout wolves than he.  It didn't matter how firmly Ravinger held his pack's beliefs, so long as he did his duty and raised his voice.