Whitefish River I'm not a flower

Prim blinked when her mother spoke of her already meeting her grandfather. She was pretty sure that she didn't. She frowned deeply but took to her mother's words. She never felt like her mother would lie. Perhaps she was too small to remember. She didn't really remember much from the time she couldn't do anything. Prim only met kind wolves so it was strange to her that there were wolves who were mean. But, in stories there also were bad guys so to her it made more sense if she thought about it in that way.

"OHH YES PLEASE," she beamed. She really would love a trip to this family she had. She beamed happily, even more so when her mother mentioned food. "YES! FEERCE!," she beamed and then ran by her mother's side, trying to be the first at the mealtime.

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