Autumn Weather

Her ears perked when Drifa decided to offer some advice, and Winter was all too eager to absorb what she had to say. She sat down, practically leaning forward as she did so that she wouldn't miss a word. She gave all her attention to Drifa, nodding as the elder woman spoke. "Well, I think taking advantage of the resources around you would be a good start. Your father is a wealth of knowledge but I can understand wanting to forge your own path." She took in a deep breath at the end of that. She did want to forge her own path, and she wanted to make bother her father and the pack proud. Even though her father had discussed taking over the pack with her before she was made leader, she couldn't help but feel anything but doubt since she had taken on the role. She'd been feeling like she had bitten off more than she could chew, and felt like someone more...stoic? Level-headed? Leader material? She wasn't sure what the quality was, would be more suitable than her. Her brother Snow often came to mind, but she wanted to try a little while longer before making the definite decision on whether or not she wanted to lead or hand the position back to her dad or...hell, maybe even pass it to one of her more capable siblings.

"Maybe you could speak with the other members of Winterfell. Ask them about skills and qualities they want in a leader. Then work to achieve those." She thought about it...and it was honestly something she hadn't quite considered doing before, nor had it ever come to mind. "That's a great idea, Drifa! Honestly, it never even crossed my mind to do that." She glanced down at her paws for a moment, absentmindedly realizing how large they were still compared to the rest of her...lankiness before returning her gaze to Drifa. "If you don't mind, since we're already talking, are there any skills or qualities you think would help? I of course, wanna be like my dad...he's brave and loyal and always seems to know what to do..." Even despite the whole debt to someone else thing, she'd been a little too young to understand that whole thing at the time, but he had done his best with what he could to help someone else, even if they hadn't asked for help. She wondered if the other members of the pack were mad at him for that still, or if they had been to begin with. It seemed to be a topic that would rather be better left forgotten, but she wondered how difficult something like that would be to deal with...would she have to make hard decisions like that someday?