That deafen us like hurricanes

While normally Wynter spent most of her time out in the surrounding woods near where her family kept their tree house, she just so happened to be in the heart of the Col when she heard a howl calling the pack together for a meeting. Her ears flicked with the little twist of longing and disappointment that it wasn't her grandfather's call she was hearing, but she was still very quick to go answer the howl regardless. It wasn't that she held it against Basilisk for taking her grandfather's place–she was going to be just as disappointed no matter who it was. She didn't know her cousin at all really and maybe that didn't really help matters either, but did her best to put on a mostly impassive, pleasant face as she stepped up toward the obelisk. Surprisingly she managed to be the first of the general populace to get here so she just sat herself smack dab in the middle in front of Basilisk, quietly hoping that her parents or siblings showed up soon.

"Wynter Fatalis"