Whitefish River I'm not a flower

Prim listened with curiosity about her grandfather. There were many interesting things her mother mentioned about her grandfather. Stubborn, and protector. It sounded like her! She was curious to meet him. Sad to hear that he was so far away. "Will I ever meet him?," she asked. "So-- there are more packs out there like us? Having their own lands like you have, momma?," she wondered. That was interesting, how many would be out there? Five? Ten? All those questions she asked would be answered soon, as she didn't know she would meet him sooner than later.

Prim's eyes lit up excitedly when her mother said she would train her, herself. Her grey tail wagged excitedly and the girl couldn't help but bounce a lift. "Thank you mama," she hummed and snuggled into her. "I can't wait until we are fierce together," she grinned, she wanted to be just a though and cool like her mother.

Yes I will wrap it up here!