Whitefish River Winter, wintery, winter

Fleet laughed low at her look of disbelief and curiosity. He got that look a lot, and he supposed it was strange to be 4 and not serious. He was never serious, couldn't ever be serious. His sister had said that his fun loving side had hid a sensitive soul. And perhaps she was right, because he had often taken words to heart. one of the many reasons he couldn't stay in a pack life, if he were to disappoint them he'd feel pretty awful.

He smiled at her again, Souf I 'pose. I wouldn't min' seein' dem dere northern lights i've 'eard 'bout either. Dey say deir beautiful dem lights. I wouldn't min' seein' a desert either. I 'ear deir dry an' 'umid an' i wouldn't min' seein' for meself.