Double W's

Wynter crunched lightly through the layer of snow that was constantly accumulated on the ground throughout the winter months as she made her way toward the border. She had gotten bored as she waited for her chance to go down to The Hallows for the upcoming bonfire and what would hopefully become her diplomat training so in the mean time she thought she would try to seek out one of the Armada members she wasn't as familiar with. She pretty much knew everyone's name at this point either from hearing it in passing or asking her father who they were, but there was actually a large majority of them that she had yet to talk to herself.

It probably would have been easier to start in the Col to find someone to talk to since that was where a majority of the pack spent their time, but she enjoyed the landscape of the Woods far more. The twisting trees that climbed up toward the sky and leaned into one another was so much more interesting to look at than caves and tunnels no matter how much her family had worked on filling out the Col into a livable space. Finally she caught the scent of someone she wasn't able to name and she followed it all the way till she spotted a man coated mostly in shades of brown with hints and markings of an unusual green. "Hey, you're... Wilder, right?" she asked with a smile as she approached him. "I was just about to do a patrol, would you like to join me?" A generic activity, but easy enough for any of the Armada's members to join in on.

"Wynter Fatalis"