Once upon a time...

Wynter happily settled into the familiar warmth of her father's feathers and smiled up at him while he explained how a pack worked with a leader and other wolves that helped them do it. Once he explained how they and the jaguars both wanted the same resources that helped clear up why they couldn't all live here. She guessed she wouldn't want them eating the food that her dad caught for her and her siblings. It made her wonder if they could all live here if there was enough food for them all, but maybe the jaguars and them just didn't get along or something. It was still a really big concept to grasp for a sleepy pup, but she still nodded along as if she understood every single word. When he shared that the pack had been around for six whole years her eyes widened and her mouth fell open with awe. "That's so long!!" she gasped, not even able to comprehend just how long that was! It sounded so long to someone that even a day felt like a long time. She nodded eagerly as he offered to tell her more about the pack and she looked up at him expectantly, hanging on every word as she fought off another yawn.

"Wynter Carpathius"