Kena stared out as the small flakes slowly swirled in the air then came to rest on the already mounds of snow, only to be fit into the mold of the snow. She yawned slightly and looked over at Yrior. "Don't you just love snow?" She asked in a dreamy voice. She turned back to the opening of the den to watch the small flakes slowly morph into larger, more fluffy ones. She smiled and rolled on her back to stared at Yrior, upside down.

Gently, she pawed Yrior's neck in a delicious manner that would make any one wolf fall head-over-heels for the lovely Kena but she only saved her beauty for one wolf only, Yrior. Flipping back over, Kena watched the fluffy flakes settle once more on the Graveyard ground, Yrior's and her's pack ground.