Odd jobs

"Thanks, grandpa!" she replied enthusiastically to the compliment he gave their shared name, her chest puffing out proudly for a moment before she dissolved into giggles as he played with her paws. She swatted at his toes with a grin, marveling at how much bigger his paws were than hers. She definitely didn't have the smallest paws, of course. Some of her siblings were smaller than her–or in Whisper's case way smaller than her–but it was still hard to picture her own paws being as big as her father's or grandfather's sometimes. She knew she'd get there eventually though! Her grandfather only reinforced that idea as he commented on the size of her paws making her giggle again.

When he asked her if she was going to be the Warlord one day her eyes went wide with a gasp. "Could I?!" she questioned with wonder. She had never considered the possibility! She had never thought about anyone being the Warlord other than him! "But you're gonna be the Warlord forever, right, grandpa? Why would I be the Warlord?" she asked with a tip of her head. "You're silly, grandpa. I can't be the Warlord cause you're the Warlord! But I'll be big and strong and I'll help protect the pack just like daddy!" She nodded resolutely, the decision set in stone. "Now teach me how you use the sap stuff!"

"Wynter Carpathius"