Whitefish River To the place that I have longed and dreamed for

As the younger wolf made his way out of the cavern with tentative steps, she remained in her own space and simply observed. Her time to experience the snow and all it had to offer—as well as take—had already come and gone, but his had just arrived. For a brief moment, she wondered if what she felt while watching him was the same as what her own mother had felt, but was quick to discard such a ridiculous thought. Asterr was not the boy's mother, she had neither birthed nor nursed him, and she was not going to force her way into that role. She was simply his guardian at that point, along with his general care provider. Both of which were important to the growth and development of any child, but they were not the same as the motherly role. That was something she felt herself incapable of performing. Besides, to assume such would be unlike her, and thus she refrained from doing so. It was difficult at times, but she knew it to be necessary to keep herself from twisting the titles together. Leo had a mother, even if they were not on good terms, and she refused to force her way into his life in that way.

When he approached and dropped a clump of snow down beside her, she was surprised. Many often avoided picking the frozen substance up, for it could chill their mouths in a matter of milliseconds. The words that followed made her smile, as well as let a few chuckles to slip out. "It is," Asterr agreed, knowing well how cold it was. It wasn't the coldest for everyone, she knew, but it certainly was when compared to everything she, personally, had managed to feel within her short life. "Do not hold it in your mouth for too long when you pick it up," the yearling voiced, recalling a distant memory of her twin brother. "It may numb your mouth, or even cause your head to ache." If either were to happen, there was nothing she could do to help. No herbs capable of "curing" such things existed, which meant the only thing to do would be to let it run its course.