The nights had been growing steadily colder, and tell tale sign that winter was well on its way. Here, high within the mountains, was always the first place that autumn gave way to her icy brethren. With each passing morning Sleekwing would wake and turn his head towards the den's mouth, his breath clouding before his nostrils as he sought something that his two youngest children had never seen before. So when he woke on that wintery morning and turned his cobalt blue eyes to the outside world and saw powder lining the entrance to their home, a smile lit up his face. Immediately he turned to the two bundles of fur curled up within. He paused for a moment, not wanting to disturb them, but all the same wanting to share this wonderment of the world with them. Gazing upon their slowly rising and falling forms he could hardly believe how quickly they had grown, how fast they were approaching their first birthday. Yearlings! They would be yearlings in a matter of months. Shaking his head against the reality of such a thing, he stood up so that he mostly blocked the den's entrance, and then began prodding his son and daughter with just enough force to be bothersome.

"Israfel, Moonfeather, wake up. Come on then, I have a surprise for you." He continued to be a nuisance, insistent in his encouragement to get them up and on their paws. Once they were properly enthused about the surprise that he tempted them with, he gave a properly dad-like foolish grin and turned, dashing out of the den and kicking a small clump of the powdery substance back inside on his exit. He was gone for naught but a moment before he returned, the still falling snow having peppered his back and face as he lowered his head to look back inside. "Well then, are you coming?" he said, his whole body waving back and forth with the enthusiasm of his tail, before promptly disappearing once more.

He loped through the snow like a pup himself, emulating the fervor of a wolf half his age as he romped through the blanket of white that coated the mountainside. Only when he saw Israfel and Moonfeather emerge from the den did he frolic back towards the den. When he was close to his children he properly leapt up into the air before collapsing into the snow on his side, sending a flurry of snow up to join the flakes that still fell from the sky. His head popped up, turning towards the duo as his tongue lolled from his mouth, inviting them to join in on the fun to be had.