Whitefish River So start me up and watch me go.

winter. it seemed like such a distant thing to her...almost like it was another lifetime away. she remembered a bit of her first winter but it was just a little more than a vague memory, snatches of faces and flurries of snow. a sea of blinding white. father had smiled then as he flung a snowball at her and her siblings, playfighting. grandfather was there, too. saarthal remembered thinking how happy he looked...

"well..." saarthal trailed off, lips tugged upwards absentmindedly. her gaze flickered to focus at somewhere in the distance, recalling a thought. "i'm staying with a group of wolves, right now. just several of us - not a pack. i'll probably stick around with them unless we separate," a mischievous edge sharpened her grin, "i mean, i've got my eye on one of them..." oh, well. "maybe two," saarth amended, "we'll see."