beauty on the breeze

"You are one of my most trusted friends. I'm glad you've found the same in someone else," she said, offering him a brilliant grin. Although she was still frustrated, her perpetual optimism was trying to break through. They would find a way out of this. "For fighters we have... You, Twig, Poem, Rhyme... We have so many children," she paused and took a deep breath. Winterfell was a hardy pack with, to her knowledge, plenty of capable fighters. She didn't want to show her worry to Corvus but it was nearly impossible to hide it. Her ears pinned back for a moment in distress. "We'll pull through. I've been training hard." But was a one-woman army capable of holding off an entire troupe of battle-hardened warriors? She wasn't sure. Probably not. Not even optimism could carry her that far. "Do you have any bright ideas?" she added, laughing nervously.