Odd jobs

Wynter squealed and giggled as her grandfather scooped her up like she was the littlest thing ever–which compared to him she supposed she was! He was giant like her dad! She landed on his shoulder and she nestled herself in here, hanging onto his dark fur with her tail wagging happily. As he shared that he had been fixing one of the stairs that led up into their house, she looked down from her new perch, seeing that one of the stairs was indeed gone and the stair in question was off to the side, patched together and drying. "Ooooooh..." she mused. "You're so handy, grandpa!" He could do anything, she was sure of it!

Her attention was brought back to him, her ears perking to listen as he questioned her whether she knew what her middle name was. "Well yeah!" she giggled, giving him a look that showed how silly she thought his question was. "It's your name, grandpa!" she said proudly, grinning widely at the fact. A lot of her siblings had names from important wolves and family members and such, but she was the only one that got to be named after their grandfather–the Warlord! "I have the coolest name, obviously! And I'm gonna be big and strong like you one day!"

"Wynter Carpathius"