Whitefish River I'm not a flower

Prim had always been a fan of stories. Anything her mother would tell her she would be hanging from her lips. So if she was with a pack, which she was, she would be alright. That did comfort her. She was really curious what to expect then. She thought the world was always going to be like this. But she had noticed that the leaves were changing lately. She meant to ask that.

Her mother started to explain about her own names. She was eager to hear the story, and even though, her mother didn't tell her the full story she did tell her about other wolves being mean to her. Her mind was reeling why would someone in the pack be mean? She blinked at her mother, kind of surprised. "Why would they be mean to you?," she couldn't help but ask.

"Wow. Your name really fits you, Momma," she spoke, her eyes beaming at her mother. She was her hero. She wanted to be like her. "I want to be like you!," she instantly breathed without hesitation. She lifted her chin up. Her tail wagged. "I wanna be as strong and wise as you! Oh-OH! But I also want to fight Monsters!!!" she added quickly. She liked it when she got to play with her mother and sister. She would never forget that time she was the monster and was attacking her mom. That had been fun.