Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

The girl enjoyed Cry's company and had often romped with him, showing him the laws of play and the amount of force used. She didn't mind a rough tussle, however, for she grew up with two brothers. Someone had to keep them in check.
So she taught Cry and showed him what it meant it was to be free.  All her life the girl had been free, never suppressed or discouraged. Only warned and taught;  she always learned from her actions, for better or worse.
She'd shown Cry interesting things like sticks and he'd given her some lessons, teaching about the structure the pack would have and gave her situations to help encourage her Ambassadorship.

Now, however, the girl was leaving the weald for the second time. After the first, she'd doubled back to meet with Cry again. Now, the girl carried a mouthful of slick, autumn leaves. She carried them proudly but inside she tried to not gag against the feel of them pressed against her tongue and the water trickling back into her throat. No matter, the girl wasn't about to give up this treasure she'd found, it took her a long time to catch it.

The girl trotted stiffly towards wherever Cry said he'd be heading, trying to trust her direction, with a tail high. A Queen striding through the land. Soon, she'd see the winter Empress and realise what true power was, and why Cry went through so much trouble for one.