Marsh
Marsh was sitting in her favorite: Under the huckleberry bush that lied in their territory and where they sheltered. Marsh enjoyed this spot the most because other than where the alpha of her pack sat, it was one of the best places to keep track of what was going on in the surrounding area. The bush lied on a bit of an uprising hill, not by a lot but just enough, and it also sat at the very south end of where the wolves sheltered. She had a rather perfect view, and even though it was cold out, she was warmed completely through by the sight of her pack.
Snow
A white pup had it's eyes almost completely closed, staring outwards and trying to get a view of what was in front of her. Her fluffy soft fur was bristled as she shivered, looking around, her ears flat against her head with fear. She didn't know where she was, she could just remember the body of her mother as a bear ripped into it a day earlier. Her brother and sister suffered the same fate, and while her dad distracted the bear, Snow had a chance to get away. Running as fast as her small legs could carry her, she managed to escape. Exhausted and hungry, she kept walking, fear of the large bear keeping her going, though that energy was running low. She was thoroughly exhausted and her body cold. Finally unable to continue, she collapsed into the white powdery snow, her fur blending in as her blue eyes slowly began to close.