Sawtooth Spire klettern

Her tail waged wildly at her dad's words. She was very smart! At a very young age Elke was already showing the signs of a wolf that paid close attack to detail and more so, to what others were saying. More thoughts, less so action as her sister was. She had not forgotten that this Elke had come from a very hot place with no rain. Surely she would go home and make it all better! 

Love it. She spoke, snapping her jaws out at the snow her father had tossed into her direction. The water, be it rains or snow, was magical. Brought happiness and life. And the reindeer and the woman named Elke had been blessed with the power to make it.

Of course, those kind of words were beyond the little girl. But she would never forget the story which her father told her today. Am I named after da udder Elke? She wondered then, could she make it rain too?