Snowforest Taiga Perfect Twilight.

Do you mind if we forward date this to after the pups go to BCV?

Potema was drawn to the North like a moth to a flame. It was in her blood, after all, to embrace the cold and languish for it. She had missed the cold snow that made up most of her life, and most of all, she missed the large, white wolf that came with it. Often times she wondered where he had gone, but the Night Mother constantly told her to forget about him. He would return soon enough.

The young princess ran through the short taiga grass in short bursts, but finally paused and made a soft yip with glee. Burke! What was he doing up here? She smirked, then crouched into a hunter's position, tracking him, closing in. When she got close, she ran forward and jumped onto Burke's back. "Surprise!"

You've made a mistake, little one.

Potema paused, looking at the wolf and then his rear. "Oh. You're not him."