Silvertip Mountain This is my task, right?

Winter sounded magical, scary and beautiful all at the same time.  It was rather confusing to little Odette in a way that something could be so many things at once, but still be one thing.  How did it work?  Did someone make the seasons?  Some really smart wolf or something like that?  Was it just magic?  Odette thought this all over for a few minutes before she finally began to speak again.

"Ha did Wannter staaaat Kipton?"  Odie asked her mentor for the moment.  She hoped the Krypton would give her a thorough answer.  Something that she could fully understand, but if Krypton didn't then Odette would just do her best to understand.