Double W's

Wynter's ears perk a bit at the unusual accent that the man's words carry, immediately curious about how his words were different from how she was used to hearing them. Luckily she had guessed his name correctly–though she supposed there were only so many wolves with green markings around so guessing wrong would have been difficult. She wouldn't have minded if he had turned down her request given the fact that she had come up to him out of the blue and they didn't know one another at all, but he seemed nice and agreeable enough and she returned his smile as he told her to lead the way. "Great! This way," she said as she headed through a stretch of the gnarled, twisting trees that reached up toward the sky around them so that they could reach the border on the other side.

"I'm Wynter, by the way," she said as they began to walk, dividing her attention between their surroundings and the new acquaintance at her side. Even though she had made a point to ask her father all of the names of the wolves in the pack whenever she found out they gained a new member she certainly didn't expect everyone to be that way. "You're pretty new to the Armada, right? Where did you live before?" she asked curiously, glancing his way as the branches above them caused striped shadows across them and the ground ahead of them. She had to assume that where he lived had something to do with his interesting way of speaking and it made her wonder if there was more wolves out there that spoke like him or if that was a trait unique to him.

"Wynter Fatalis"